"Will you find out the gender?"
It's the first question I get after announcing "the news". A few months ago I was adamant that I did not want to know the gender. The old fashioned way seemed so quaint, so romantic, so the way it was meant to be. I have this vision of having the baby and the Dr. announcing, "Congratulations, it's a ---!" Plus, our moms didn't know what gender we would be, and they lived through it. Their friends were even able to buy them gender-neutral shower gifts!
But then I discovered something very, very sad. It has shaken my core beliefs. The discovery is this: gender-neutral clothes are NO WHERE near as cute as gender-obvious clothes. There are dresses, pink overalls and onesies with hearts on them, on the one hand, and denim outfits with trains or tracters or dogs on them on the other. These items blow away a pale yellow onesie with NO design on it (except maybe a "mommy loves me," which is cute, don't get me wrong). I want trains and/or hearts! Anyway, I am not normally driven by materialism, but, well... yes I am.
Plus, Jerry and I feel so impatient. Can we really wait 5 1/2 months? We've talked almost exclusively about girl names so far (for some reason), but what if it's a boy? I need to know. I can't wait.
The date of discovery is February 26.