According to the 700-year-old Chinese Gender Calendar where you enter the baby’s due date and the mother’s birth date, we’re having a girl. Pink woot woot!
According to the birth announcements I’ve already drafted on Minted, we’re having a boy. Blue woot woot!
But seriously, we don’t know because we want to be surprised. Everyone jabs, “When you find out, it’s a surprise!” But I liken that to opening up your presents before your birthday. Gifts are going to be a surprise no matter when you open them, but of course you wait until your birthday! Cmon now! You don’t open up your birthday gifts 20 weeks before your birth date! I respect people who want to find out and plan every last detail, but waiting until the birth is always how I’ve imagined it for me personally.
I hate to admit this just in case I have a beautiful baby girl, but I do prefer to have a boy. The idea of playing dress-up, braiding her hair (which I won’t know how to do), or taking her to the American Girl Store drives me totally bonkers. Princesses, ribbons and frills, tulle and tutus…honestly, I just shudder. If I have a daughter, I vow to raise her a tomboy.
Dean is genuinely happy with either sex.
My dad wants another grandson. In his words, “I spent my life surrounded by women (my mom, my sister, and me), I want boys!”
My mom, like Dean, is happy either way. She did say it would be nice to have a granddaughter, but she really would be happy with either.
Healthy is all that matters!
All that said, the technician (who was aware that we did not want to know the sex) twice said “he” during the ultrasound tonight. I don’t know if that was a slip or whether she did that to play with our minds or whether “he” is just the standard when talking generally. We’ll see how it all shakes out in May!