These day’s I think it’s fair to say that it’s about 50/50, those you choose to find out the sex of their baby and those who wait for the surprise. Having said that I’m really only going off people that I know, so don’t quote me on national statistics or anything!
And so, here we are preggers with our first bub, and part of me wants to know and the other part wants to have a surprise after that all that hard work, otherwise known as giving birth.
So, some friends found out because they wanted to get organised and decorate the nursery. Practical, yes. And something that I have thought of. Yes we could do a ‘generic’ nursery, but that wouldn’t be fun now would it! Not that I’m a stereotypical mother-to-be, you know pink and pretty for girls and blue and sail boats for boys. No I’m not stereotyping my future child at all!
And so a couple of weeks ago at our 12 weeks ultrasound, we ticked the box ‘No’ we don’t want to know what we’re having at the 20 weeks ultrasound. Hubby was adamant, and I was a little hesitant. You see I’ve never been good at waiting. Patience is definitely not one of my strong points. When we got engaged in January last year, I wanted to get married in March. The same year.
I’ll eat toast that is nearly done just so I don’t have to wait. I’ll beg Hubby to tell me what he bought me for Christmas, always with no luck. And so now I have to wait 6 months, yep 6 months to find out if Tic-tac is a boy or girl.
Having said all that, though, if Hubby turned around and said, Ok, let’s find out, I’d probably be hesitant!
So. Did you find out which flavour baby you were having?