“I knew Erica Packer was having a girl!” declared my friend
triumphantly in a voicemail message she left on my phone. This was in
response to my earlier text message: “You were right about Erica!”.
The
news about baby Indigo’s arrival was timely because my friend and I had
been discussing it over the weekend. “You’re having a girl and so is
Erica” she’d assured me over olives, wine (her) and tea (me) as I’d
nodded agreeably and somewhat vaguely.
My friend is very good at picking unborn baby genders and I dare not argue because she’s so confident about her predictions.
Me? Not so much. In fact, I’m not confident at all about what I’m
having. To be honest, I’ve spent alarmingly little time during this
pregnancy even thinking about it. Far less, it would seem, than my
friend.
Gwen Stefani has said she’s not finding out the sex of her second child and has painted the nursery black.
It’s
become slightly more pressing now as we enter the home straight because
I’m buying baby clothes and thinking more about names. But I still have
no idea. No gut feeling. So it’s white, white, white.
Everyone
seems to agree that I’m having a girl but I’m not so sure. I knew my
first baby was a boy. On a gut level, not a medical one because we
never found out.
Boy or girl or surprise package?
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I always wanted to find out what i was having but my husband kept changing his mind. so i decided if he really didn't want to know i wouldn't find out. but at 17 weeks i had some bleeding which gave me such a scare, so when the ultrasound came up i was desparate to find out. i really felt i was having a boy and i was right, but for some reason i found it reassuring to know. i was frigtened i would loose my baby (my first) and when i was feeling worried i'd just close my eyes and picture myself holding my tiny little boy and it calmed me down.
I have tried both ways. I HAD to know with number 1. Hey, I had a tin of blue paint in the shed and wanted to know if I could use it. Actually I couldn't stand the thought of the person doing the scan knowing the gender and not me. It's a boy!
With number 2 I HAD to know if I was having a girl. It's a girl!
Pregnant again with number 3, we decided on a surprise. I guess having one of each made it a much easier decision but at 8 months I was desperate to know what it was. I was obsessed with thinking about it. If I could have found out then, I would have. When they said "It's a boy!" my resonse was "Thank God for that".
My 18 month old daughter was VERY had work at the time. She still is at 3.
The surprise was very nice I think. A little bit of mystery in life is good.