People tend to ask similar questions when they find out that you’re pregnant. Much like getting married – “when’s the big day?”. (And then after you get married, “how does it feel to be married?”).
For babies, it’s:
- how are you feeling?
- when’s the due date?
- are you going to find out the sex?
My responses these days have been:
- February 1
I wouldn’t even consider not finding out the sex. It’s not so that I can pick a name, or decorate the nursery, or buy the required pink or blue onesies.
I want to find out the sex so that I can better connect to this little person growing inside of me. When I was pregnant with my son, I did not enjoy referring to him as “them”, or worse “it’. Something about saying ‘him’ made it all feel so much more real to me.
It’s not about it being a boy or a girl because I will be happy either way. I think it’s a girl, and I’ve been imagining a girl and thinking of girl names – even though I always thought we’d have all boys.
We obviously won’t find out for a few weeks still, but I’m excited for that day. I’m excited to start imagining my son with a younger brother or sister and really thinking about that dynamic. I’m excited to start really thinking of names. And I’m excited to just find out.
I remember it was a very emotional moment when we found out our first was a he. Tears fell down my cheeks at the ultrasound and all I kept thinking was, it’s a boy. We’re going to have a baby boy.
I would have cried if it was a girl too.