We are not finding out the sex of this baby.
The Baldy Boy desperately wants to know, but I’m the one doing the puking and peeing and lugging around of the beast so I get final say. We are not finding out.
We didn’t find out with any of the others either. Despite the fact that I always want other people to find out the sex of their babies, I am firmly in the ‘wait and see’ camp for myself for a hundred reasons which make sense only to my warped and pregnant mind.
I’m really not that phased either way, boy or girl, doesn’t really make much difference. The girls, on the other hand, have a very strong preference. In the straight forward and attitude filled words of two six year old girls…
Zoe – “We want a sister.”
Izzy – “Yeah. We asked for a boy last time and he hasn’t turned out to be as good as we thought”.