By the time you read this I’ve already had my 20 week ultrasound appointment. It’s bright and early this morning. Hopefully all will be well with the Gummy Bear (the nickname that I’ve given this little life growing in my womb). With my past two pregnancies I met this appointment with anticipation and hope. I so badly wanted a baby girl when I was pregnant for the second time that I went against the plan my husband and I had developed for our second pregnancy.
You see, my husband has always wanted to have the experience of being in the delivery room and hearing the doctor or nurse say, “it’s a….” But, I was so sick with morning sickness during my first pregnancy that I reasoned with him that finding out the gender would help break up the long (or at least what felt like a long) pregnancy a bit. It was beginning to feel like it would never end and I was miserable. We agreed then to find out. When I got pregnant with baby number two we decided that we’d let it be a surprise. Okay, I wasn’t ever really on board with the idea but I wanted to make my husband happy. It was his turn after all; surely I could give him this one little desire.
Well, when push came to shove, and the closer we got to the ultrasound, the more desperately I wanted to know the gender of my baby. We had tried to conceive a girl and I, for some reason, was obsessed with whether or not it worked. The ultrasound was in the afternoon and my husband was going to meet me at the appointment. He was 20 minutes late so I got all checked in and started chatting with the ultrasound tech. She asked me if we were going to find out the gender of the baby and I explained to her that I wanted to know but my husband didn’t. We had agreed that we would have her write it down on a piece of paper and then we’d seal the envelope. She looked at me and said, “Well, he doesn’t need to know that you know.” Just like Eve in the Garden of Eden with the serpent, I enthusiastically agreed, “Okay!” And just like that, I found out that I was having a little girl. I lasted about ten minutes pretending to not know the gender of our baby; then I broke down and told him that I already knew.
Today’s ultrasound will go differently: Ben, my husband, will drive into the appointment with me since it’s in the morning. We’ll tell the ultrasound tech that we don’t want to know the gender and that will be it. Now that I’m closer to the possibility of knowing, the temptation to know is getting stronger. My best friend happens to be due the same day as me and she found out what she was having this past Friday. One of my neighbor’s had a gender reveal party on Saturday. It could be my turn today but love and respect for my husband has me waiting until the birth which could be the end of May. Hopefully I won’t drive my control-freak-self too crazy before then…
Did you wait to find out the gender of your baby? Was it worth the wait?