Friday is the big day. THE day. I can hardly believe it's here already.
It is time, at long last, to know the flavor of this little bean. I didn't give it much thought in the very beginning, probably because much more of my focus was centered on trying to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach. I could've given a rat's patootie what the little belly-dweller's gender was, so long as it wasn't two of them and so long as I didn't become any sicker than I was with Ella.
But of course, I compared notes between my two pregnancies. I noted when the morning sickness started, when it peaked, when it ended, what I craved, what I had aversions to, etc etc. I also eventually succumbed to the gender quizzes on various baby sites and consulted the Chinese Gender chart on several occasions. Every woman who becomes pregnant is secretly (or maybe not-so-secretly) desperate to know whether she's carrying a girl or a boy. And it's usually the second question out of people's mouths too, right after they notice your protruding bump.
"When's the baby due?" - The middle of February.
"Do you know what you're having?"- _________?
A word of warning: Especially nosy people may proceed to ask you, then, if this was a planned pregnancy, if you're planning to have anymore, what the name is, and some truly special people might indulge you with the story of their child's birth or how they knew so-and-so who crapped on the table when they were pushing the baby out. No, I'm not kidding. That happens (the crapping part AND the fact that someone I had known for 40 seconds was willing to share that tidbit with me). I felt special.
Anyway, when I was pregnant with Ella, I wasn't technically supposed to know that I was pregnant with a girl, but in an unfortunate turn of events (that proved to be fortunate for me), it was revealed to me during one of my appointments when Jake wasn't there. He insisted on being kept in the dark for the next 5 months, and so I kept it from him, trying to preserve the surprise he so desperately wanted on delivery day. And I must have done a good job masking it, because he and several of his family members swore up and down that we were going to be meeting Milo Ryan that day, not Ella Claire. It was a truly beautiful- yet almost comic- moment when they pulled her out and said, "okay Dad, take a look- what do you see?"
A girl?!?!
I had the last laugh on that one. ;)
This time, I pretty much insisted we find out as soon as humanly possible. There would be no more secret shopping and hiding clothes, no slip-ups to give anything away. No waiting until Christmas morning to open the shiny package. (It wouldn't come as a shock to anyone that I was the child that would crawl up under the Christmas tree to more thoroughly examine and shake the packages with my name on them. I'm pretty sure I was caught doing it last year too). So yes, we are going to "ruin" the surprise (as some people *cough-JAKE-cough-cough*say) and go right for the crotch on Friday.
But, even with the mounting excitement, I feel that I could already tell you what we're having and that I'm 95% sure about it. And of course, I could be wrong. But I don't think I am this time. I've been surprised at how many of our friends feel very strongly that we're gonna be buying blue this time around. I had a few friends call it right from the beginning. Jake also believes Ella will be getting a brother, but I'm not sure if it's because he just wants a boy so badly or because he actually has a feeling in his gut.
The feeling in my gut has been girl, almost since the beginning. I've had nothing but girl dreams, some of which even revealed girl names that we've considered. I've even had a few people tell me I must be having a girl. And on that note, I've learned that you should never, ever ask them why, or else you could end up hearing them reference some crazy old wives tales like the unevenness of your breasts, or the fine hairs on your upper lip or how your right butt cheek sags more than your left, so therefore, it must be a girl. I just don't ask anymore.
I haven't really checked out all of the crazy old wives tales this time around. To be honest, if I were going by some of the more well-known (and slightly less insane) tales, I'd actually have every reason to think this is a boy as well. Which is why it's all the more intriguing to me that the closer we get to the big reveal, the more I feel like we're going to have two little princesses on our hands. I would love to be proved wrong, but then again, I always like to hear the words, "you were right." ;)
My next favorite words to hear: "Let's go shopping." And no doubt, there will be plenty of that in the coming weeks. ;-)
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