I had imagined at the start of all of this that I would want to be surprised about the sex of the baby. Imagine what a magical moment at the birth: “It’s a….!” I’ve known a few people who have done that, and it’s so exciting to wait for the news! You hit refresh over and over on their Facebook page and keep checking the twitter feed. It’s thrilling!
Before the hyperemesis gravidarum, I wanted this. I didn’t want to know until the moment of birth if I was having a boy or a girl. Sure it would be tough not knowing. Sure it would make me crazy. I could handle it, though. I could take the exquisite torture of having to wait.
Having re-experienced HG, though, I don’t think I’m able to wait. I want to find out what the gender is. I almost feel like it’s a cookie that I earned somehow. It’s as though, in my mind, I’ve been through enough punishment. I just can’t handle anything self-inflicted even if it is positive.
My husband is thankful for my change of heart. I don’t think he could have gone 5 months without knowing, and I’m certain that he wouldn’t have been able to resist telling me. When he has a secret like that, one that is just so good and so exciting, he just can’t keep it to himself. He just can’t bear it. The news just bubbles up out of him. He loves to share things, especially big, happy things that other people will find exciting, too. Christmas and birthdays are torture for him because he wants to spill the beans so badly about what presents he bought. It’s adorable.
With all of that in mind, we will be finding out the sex of the baby next Wednesday when we go in for The Big Ultrasound! I’m counting down the days!
I’ve even made a little poll for you guys to vote if you’re feeling in the guessing mood. Check it out! It’s over in the side-bar. See how good you are at psychic predictions!
We’ll let you guys know as soon as we find out. Well, okay. After we find out and after we tell our families. My mom would absolutely slay me if I blogged or tweeted the news before she knew! Who can blame her!