Baby number four is five days away and we still don’t know the gender. For the fourth time, we chose the wait-and-be-suprised option. It’s fun! It’s like receiving a wrapped gift and being told not to open it for nine months.
( A gift that grows a little every week and causes indigestion, fatigue and periodic mental distraction.)
I know the suspense is too much for some people; we who choose to wait are in the minority. Believe me, I know. Because the same friends and family who cannot wait to know about their own baby get a little antsy about mine!
With every pregnancy I’ve had several people moan and complain, “I can’t stand it! How am I ever going to wait until you have your baby?” or “You’re killing me with this suspense! Are you sure you don’t want to find out?” After I politely suggest that they get a life, I assure them that yes, we are really going to wait. (Just kidding on that get-a-life part, though I may have suggested a hobby or two.)
Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I confess that with our third child I wanted to “find out” before the baby was born. We had twice waited the full forty weeks to open our present and I thought it would be fun to experience a pregnancy the other way, knowing the whole time what we were having, calling my growing bump by name and getting to know her before we ever saw her.
The suggestion was not well-received. Considering his horrified response, I might have said to my husband, “Hey, you know, we’ve already got two cute little kids. Why don’t we just pass this one off to the highest bidder when it’s born?”
So number three was also a surprise. Until the moment she was delivered my husband and I wondered if we would soon hold a baby girl or boy. It was exhilarating when finally the bows and paper were torn away as the doctor cried, “It’s a girl!”
Waiting to see,