I hate surprises. I try to make this fact abundantly clear to all my friends and lovers to stop them dead in their tracks before they go ahead and plan any elaborate surprise shindigs for me.
Why, oh why, would you deprive me of the joy of looking forward to the said shindig? Why keep it a surprise and keep all the excitement and anticipation to yourself for weeks, only to ambush me with a loud awkward chorus of “SURPRISE!” when I’m least expecting it and not wearing any makeup? Please, no. Surprises are both selfish and cruel.
So naturally, I am not the one to turn the revelation of the baby’s gender into another surprise event. As usual, I would rather have concrete knowledge on which to base all of my excitement and anticipation. Also, I think having a tiny human claw its way out of my vagina will be all the ‘surprising’ I need on delivery day, thank you very much.
Luckily, Mr. Big shares my sentiments and we were both dying to find out the gender of our baby! As soon as we biologically could, we tore through the doors of the imaging clinic to get the ultrasound test done STAT!
And lucky for us, our fetus is a little exhibitionist and just couldn’t wait to reveal its gender to the world! This baby was damn near doing the butterfly split in a wild effort to proudly show and tell. As soon as the ultrasound technician moved the wand over my belly and the image popped up on the screen, it became abundantly clear that…
WE’RE HAVING A BOY!
I’m thrilled. I’m terrified. I’m confused.
I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LITTLE BOYS.
I’m a girl. I understand girls. I know how we roll! Boys though? I don’t know how they work. I don’t even know where to start.
Correction: I didn’t even know where to start. And then it dawned on me: I had the perfect excuse to kick off my baby shopping! I needed boy stuff! Lots of it! Shopping was the only logical way to start the process of digesting this incredible news! (This is my story and I’m sticking to it.)
So! I spent a couple of hours online shopping at my fave place for baby stuff and now we’re swimming in a tsunami of every shade of blue known to man!
It feels so weird to be getting BLUE onesies instead of pink ones! I’m so used to filling my shopping carts with fluffy tutus and sparkly hair bows! I guess the universe decided that I was due for another motherhood adventure.
Here we go lil’ man!