So I'm losing my resolve... Up until recently, I was very committed to not finding out the sex of our baby-to-be until the big D-Day. Jason and I were both excited about saving the surprise until that last magical moment when they announce (drumroll please...) "It's a _______! (You fill in the blank.)
Lately, however, I've been feeling rather tugged to schedule an appointment with the ultrasound technician. We were going to save a bit of expense and skip sonogram #2, but lately I'm torn. Here's why:
1) I miss our baby. That may sound silly, but lately I've had a hard time feeling like this pregnancy is "real." I want to see our little one again, hear its heart beat, and oogle over the kicking arms and legs. During the first trimester, the baby made its presence known constantly, thanks to morning sickness. Now that I'm feeling much better, it's easy to completely forget that I'm pregnant at all. I'm still in that awkward borderline stage of "is it fat or is she pregnant?" and I only feel the baby move slightly and very occasionally. Even our girls seem to have forgotten about the new visitor that will invade their home shortly: Brooklyn no longer blesses the "baby in Mommy's belly" at every mealtime prayer.
2) I want to share the ultrasound experience with Jason. Gentleman that he is, he was on childcare duty during sneak peek #1. This baby is just as much his as mine, however. I'd like to give Dad a chance to bond a bit more with this little one before it comes to stay for good.
3) To be completely honest, from the mother's perspective, the most magical words at the moment of birth aren't "it's a boy" or "it's a girl," but simply, "it's out." I'm not sure that I was able to completely appreciate the surprise when Talia came so quickly. My most poignant memory goes something like this: "Wow. That hurt."
4) (And this reason is the most embarrassing...) The baby clothes are so cute! I went to a friend's baby shower last week and positively drooled over all of the teeny tiny onesies and bibs with cute sayings written in French. Despite my tough talk about not needing anything, deep inside, there's a part of me that still wants to go shopping for a few fun things. And, lets face it, green and yellow aren't quite as cute as blue or pink.
And so now, I'm turning the question over to all of you. When it comes to gender, is it better to know or not to know? Click on the poll to the right to let us know your opinion.