Pink, Blue or Green?

From Healthy House

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I am pregnant. (Yay!)

Invariably, the first question is “How far along are you?” Answer: 20 weeks.

This is promptly followed by, “Do you know what it is?”  Answer: a baby.

After a pause, people humour me by saying, “Oh, you want a surprise!”

Yes. Yes, I do.  But, I feel the need to defend my decision.  (My husband is infinitely annoyed by the fact that he has to wait another 20 weeks to find out whether our household will be 75% male-dominated, or if I will get a partner in crime).

I completely understand the arguments in favour of knowing the baby’s sex before his or her arrival. You can be PREPARED! For my type-A tendencies – this sounds glorious.  Fortunately, I already have one child.  And, if there’s one thing children teach you, it’s that regardless of how prepared you are – they have other ideas.  Anyway…preparation: one short-list of names, clothing does not have to be neutral, you can go all out with the nursery…you will just know what it is – no surprises.

For me, it’s about more than just the surprise.  It’s about the moment.  The moment when your perfect, healthy baby arrives and you’re in the throes of emotion (and, exhaustion) and you hear the doctor say, “It’s a _____!”  I want that moment.  I want to meet him or her for the first time without any expectation except that my prayers are answered and she or he is perfectly healthy.

I want my baby to show me who he or she is without any preconceived notions.  Besides, their “genderizing” will occur the moment they are born.  The least I can offer this second child is a green, neutral room where he or she can relax, as I did with my first-born – whose bedroom is now blue and covered in superheroes.

Perhaps it is the romantic in me.  Perhaps I am afraid to build up my hopes for a boy/girl and give birth to the opposite (I can’t believe how many stories I’ve heard of women expecting one gender, only to give birth to the other.)

Regardless, it will be a fun waiting game.  It will be fun to once again hear people’s assertions of what I’m having based on the way I’m carrying.

And, in 20 weeks we will all know.  And, I know, for me, that moment will have been worth the wait.

What were your reasons to find out (or, not to find out) what you were having?

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En español

Estoy embarazada.

Invariablemente, la primera pregunta es “¿Cuánto llevas?” Respuesta: 20 semanas.

Esto es seguido rápidamente por “¿Sabes lo que es?” Respuesta: un bebé.

Después de una pausa, la gente dice, “Oh, usted quiere una sorpresa!”

Sí. Sí, la quiero. Sin embargo, siento la necesidad de defender mi decisión. (Mi esposo esta infinitamente molesto por el hecho de que tiene que esperar 20 semanas para saber si nuestra casa será 75% dominada por los hombres, o si voy a conseguir una socia).

Entiendo completamente los argumentos a favor de conocer el sexo del bebé antes de su llegada. Usted puede estar preparada! Para mis tendencias de organización – esto suena glorioso. Afortunadamente, ya tengo un hijo. Y, si hay una cosa que los niños te enseñan, es que, independientemente de cuán preparada estás – ellos tienen otras ideas. En fin … la preparación: una breve lista de nombres, la ropa no tiene que ser neutral, puedes decorar el cuarto del bebe … lo sabes todo – sin sorpresas.

Para mí, se trata de algo más que la sorpresa. Se trata del momento. El momento en que tu bebé sano y perfecto llega y estás en medio de la emoción (y, agotamiento) y escuchas el doctor decir: “Es un(a) _____!” Quiero ese momento. Quiero conocer a él o ella por primera vez sin ninguna expectativa, salvo que mis oraciones son contestadas y que él o ella está perfectamente sano.

Yo quiero que mi bebé me muestre quien es, sin ninguna idea preconcebida. Además, su género se producirá en el momento en que nacen. Lo menos que puede ofrecer este segundo hijo es un cuarto verde y neutral en el que él o ella puede relajarse, como lo hice con mi primogénito – cuya habitación ahora es azul y cubierto de superhéroes.

Tal vez sea una idea romántica. Tal vez tengo miedo de construir mis esperanzas de un niño / niña y dar a luz a lo contrario (no puedo creer la cantidad de historias que he oído de las mujeres que esperan un género, sólo para dar a luz al otro.)

En cualquier caso, será un juego de espera. Será divertido escuchar una vez más las afirmaciones de lo que voy a tener basado en la  manera que estoy cargando el embarazo.

Y, en 20 semanas, todos lo sabremos. Y, sé que para mí, en ese momento habrá valido la pena la espera.

¿Cuáles fueron tus razones para saber (o no saber) si ibas a tener una niña o un niño?

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6 thoughts on “Pink, Blue or Green?

  1. I waited to find out, too. I asked my mother whether the surprise or finding out was more fun (I’m one of four, and she was surprised with two and found out about two beforehand), and she said that she preferred being surprised. Since it looked (and looks) like we’ll only have one go at it, we decided to go with surprise — and I’m really happy we did! We had fun while we were waiting picking out boys’ and girls’ names, and our rental has cream wallpaper, so we couldn’t have painted the baby’s room even if we wanted to!

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  2. I found out the sex of both my children because I couldn’t stand not knowing, especially when I knew the doctor in the room with me knew! I figured the moment we were told together in the ultrasound room could be special, too. It was and I made the right decision for me; I do wish, though, that I’d have had the patience to see what it was like to give birth and then find out.

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    • I totally get that! My OB is always asking me if I want to know and it takes so much willpower to say no because the answer is right there in front of him. I have surpassed temptation so far, and I hope I can hold out until December. I do understand why you found out – it does make sense. And, right now December seems like an eternity – I hope I can do it.

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