I’ve been waffling BIG TIME lately on not finding out the sex of H2.
With Natalie, it was so easy. I never felt tempted to ask, and I think I actually would’ve been really disappointed if our ultrasound tech had slipped and accidentally told us that she was a girl.
Not because I would’ve been disappointed with a girl; far from it. I truly didn’t have a preference either way. I just had my heart set on having Will announce it in the first few seconds after the birth.
So that’s what we did, and it was just as amazing and magical as I’d hoped it would be. I’m not being sarcastic – that’s one of my favorite memories ever, in my whole life.
But this time? I’ve been itching to know the last couple of weeks. Sorting through piles and piles of tiny pink onesies and little frilly skirts and wondering if I’d be reusing them come July, or if they’d be packed away for hypothetical H3. Awkwardly talking about the baby with Natalie as “your baby brother or sister, when he or she arrives.” Thinking up two sets of names.
(That’s a lie. We were just going to recycle the boy’s name we had picked out for Natalie. I just wanted to know if we could stop brainstorming a girl’s name.)
So I thought about it, and talked about it with Will, who was no help WHATSOEVER. “Whatever you want to do; it’s your decision.”
Ok. I want to find out.
WAIT NO I DON’T I WILL REGRET IT FOREVER.
Nah, it’s not that big a deal.
YES IT IS IT HAS TO BE THE SAME AS IT WAS BEFORE.
And then I realized I was being ridiculous and completely overthinking this whole thing. Just because we made one decision with Natalie didn’t mean we had to do the exact same thing this time around. And finding out it’s a boy or a girl at 20 weeks would be just as surprising as finding out at 40 weeks, or 41 if H2 is as stubborn as the original Baby Helmrath.
My real hesitation was this: I REALLY want Natalie to have a sister. And if the tech showed us something on the screen that proved that wasn’t the case, I’d be disappointed. Not “drowning in tears” disappointed, because that’s kind of ridiculous, but I would be a little sad for a very short time that Natalie wouldn’t have a sister so close to her in age.
But then I’d get over it and I’d think of all the amazing things that having a BROTHER so close to her in age would bring.
So I decided to go for it. And since, as a blogger, I am contractually obligated to make a production out of everything, I decided that I would give the ultrasound tech the two cards at the top of the post.
I made them with a sharpie, some washi tape, and blank Project Life grid cards. It took all of 10 minutes. The idea was that the tech would wave the magic wand over H2’s bits, put the appropriate card in an envelope and throw the other away, and then Will and I would open it together over dinner.
Except no, having already decided to find out, I couldn’t wait even one more minute. So we found out right then and there that all my hand-wringing was for naught (NO WAY), because we are now…
YAY YAY YAY YAY!
I was so happy I started crying. I think the tech thought I was in the throes of crushing disappointment, because she started patting my hand and telling me that this was happy news.
So. Yes. Team Green no longer. Now we know for sure that we have to decide on a girl’s name, which is harder than the boy’s name we already picked out, but we also know that we can reuse all the overflowing bins of PINK PINK PINK clothing.
We’re thrilled. We would’ve been thrilled with a boy, too, but there’s just something about the relationship between sisters that makes me even MORE excited.
We can’t wait to meet her.