Years ago, way before we were ready to have children, the husband and I talked about this moment. We dreamed about our future children and discussed things like what their names would be and how we would discipline. We talked about the dreams we had for our kids and we talked about whether or not we would find out the gender before the baby came.
Back then, the husband thought it would be fun to be surprised. I thought that was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. How would you plan for the baby? How would you decorate the nursery and buy the clothes? How do you bond with a baby when you don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl? I gave the husband a million reasons why that was a bad idea.
But he had a convincing argument. He reminded me how much I love surprises. He told me that by not finding out, people won’t give us a bunch of pink or blue things. Since I don’t like pink or blue or yellow or green or any pastels and want to have bright, fun colors, I can do a lot of preparation without knowing the gender. He thought that not knowing the baby’s gender would motivate me through labor, and he thought it would be neat for him to tell me the gender in that special moment rather than an ultrasound tech in an exam room.
He convinced me.
The problem is, I convinced him too.
So now, I want to be surprised and he wants to find out. And we both feel pretty strongly. And we have to come to an agreement by November 10th, our next appointment.
We’ve both told the other one that if we get our way this time, they can have their way the next time…if there is a next time.
I proposed putting a poll on here and letting you guys decide, but that made us both a little nervous. I mean we love you, but that’s a pretty big decision to leave in your hands. Unless, of course, you agree with me.
So what do you think? I can’t promise that the majority will decide our disagreement, but maybe it can help sway
one of ours Mark’s opinion.
PS: See how fun a brightly colored nursery can be? No boring greens and yellows….