Either a girl or a boy. We will find out when it arrives!
Everyone has been asking me so now you all know: YES, we are going to be surprised again. Being surprised was the most fun, exciting thing I've ever done in my life and we can't wait to do it again. I know that almost no one is surprised anymore, but I'm here today to make a case for doing it.
When I was pregnant with Clark (and now again), and we would tell people that we didn't know the baby's sex, without a doubt the number one response was: I could never do that. I'm too much of a planner. It's annoying and it grates on my nerves. I'm sure no one means anything by it, but it implies that I'm NOT a planner, and it implies that you cannot plan for a baby unless you know it's sex, which makes no sense whatsoever. Of COURSE we planned for a baby. With Clark we read books. We learned all we could. We bought a car seat and a stroller and furniture and a co-sleeper. We bought onesies and jammies and a going home from the hospital outfit. We planned for either sex, and so now, thankfully, everything we own, all of those big ticket items, we can re-use for this next baby. I never got suckered into a pink car seat or a blue stroller. We have all we need. When you don't know your baby's sex, the ONLY think you can't buy is clothing.
And now let me tell you what. People would often ask me what I would do about baby clothes. By the time I left the hospital with Clark, he had more clothes than he could ever wear. When he was born, our friends and family all showered us with cute little outfits- many of them telling us that they had been so excited to finally shop for the baby. And in the year 2014, guess what? You can hop on the internet from your hospital room and have a Baby Gap box waiting for you when you get home. The clothing is a non-issue and we were sort of glad that we couldn't stock up ahead of time. I know sometimes it's easy to go overboard with the clothes and many moms have told me that they never wore half of what they bought. We were forced to sort of spend our money more wisely, and because of that, we could afford a nicer stroller, nicer bedding, nicer of the "bigger" items.
I get it. It was hard to not buy cute little baby outfits when I was pregnant. (Although it's really fun to take your new baby out and go to town shopping for clothes, guilt-free I might add, since you haven't yet spent money on clothes!) And it's hard not knowing what you are having...until you get past that ultrasound. Once you've made the decision, it's done and I promise it feels SO GOOD. Whatever you lose by not being able to buy clothing you MORE than make up for in other ways.
When you don't find out what you are having, I think there is a special part of pregnancy that most women don't experience. The build up to your delivery day just gets more and more intense. And fun. You spend your days wondering...guessing what you are having. Every day it changes because of a dream, or some heartburn, or something an old lady at the grocery store said. Other people love to make guesses. They look at your belly, ask questions, dangle rings over your stomach with string, tell you all the wives tales. It's SPECIAL to have that surprise. And it builds and builds and builds...
I know that delivery day is exciting for everyone, but man...after spending nine months not knowing what you are having, the anticipation that day is unreal. I remember being in labor and Jared and I kept saying we finally get to find out!!! Even when I was PUSHING, I was thinking about how excited I was to finally know. Up until the final push, Jared and I kept making last minute guesses.
BOY! No wait, GIRL! No wait...OMG we will find out in like one minute!
And then the baby comes. And you get that moment- the moment that most women don't get- where the doctor proclaims "IT'S A BOY!" or "IT'S A GIRL!" and...
IT. IS. THRILLING.
And then it's still special because everyone asks you if you knew and you sort of forget if you knew or not. It's all so blissfully confusing and surprising and overwhelming. And I think it took me a good five minutes to really digest, with Clark, that it was REALLY a boy, because you finally KNOW, and it's such a strange feeling. And I don't really remember if I was really surprised or not, because very quickly it just....IS.
I don't know if I have the words to ever convey how special and how fun it is to be surprised, and my attempt at doing so is undoubtedly a poor one. But I will tell you this: when I told Jared that I was pregnant again, after his initial disbelief and excitement, his VERY FIRST WORDS were, "Can we be surprised again? That was so fun."
And that's a true story.