My wife and I decided to turn our heads, and it was something we agreed on without much conversation.
Everywhere we go, people ask what we're having. We always say it's a surprise, and a lot of the time people are a little stunned that people like us are still out there.
The tech told us that most people these days find out, and why not? Ultrasound technology is pretty cool and gives you a window on things that took forever until the waiting date. Some have been surprised that I didn't want to know given how much I love and use digital technology. My thinking all along was that while the tech is great, I didn't want to know unless there was reason to know.
For example, if the ultrasound had picked up something unusual it would help to have a name for the baby as we kept it in our prayers, and that required knowing the sex. Otherwise, a little bit of mystery and surprise is a rare thing. I consider not knowing the equivalent of unplugging from the Internet for a while.
Mostly I just want to be in the moment on the day of the birth, when everything is new and unexpected.
Our families, of course, wanted to know. One "no" wasn't enough, and I don't blame them. But we stuck to the decision.
I will say we have had a few unexpected side effects of not knowing. We had already planned for a gender-neutral color for the nursery when we went with white trim and weathered sandstone walls, the latter of which looks like this:
(by the way, embedding Behr paint colors on your blog; the Internet is rad)
The problem came a bit more when we started looking at clothes. So much of what we found was in pink or blue, and that's it. We've decided greens, yellows, and beiges were good for either gender, but that stuff was a lot harder to find and there is much less variety. We didn't anticipate that, and while we know now I don't think that would change our decision anyway.
In some ways it's helped us to do baby on a budget. The basic white onesies and socks are the cheapest thing out there because it's not fancier, I think. But we're both minimalist that way and think white is just fine.
The other thing that happened is that I refer to the baby as "it" rather than he/she. It sounds so impersonal to use that pronoun, but what are we supposed to do? I was laughing to myself when a Facebook friend was offended I was using "it" as if I was devaluing the baby's life or something. That was one of my first moments of swallowing the bile in the throat while being criticized for my parent choices, but it's good practice I suppose.
Would we do the surprise thing for the next one, if there is one? Not sure. For now I like not knowing.
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