It’s a baby!

It's a babySo, the cat’s outta the bag… I’m pregnant, and decided to find out the sex of the baby. Which apparently on your first go around is a no no. Which brings me to….

I’ve learned a lot during this life experience but today I am going to share a  few recent “lessons”.  First, the above mentioned one.

It seems there is some unspoken rule that you shouldn’t find out the sex of your baby the first time around. That part of the “joy” of pregnancy is the SURPRISE at the end when you learn if it’s a boy or a girl. (I put joy in quotes for a VERY good reason which I promise to explain in my next post).  I call BS!

Something else I learned is that it is extremely wrong of me to hope for one sex over the other. That I should just wish for a healthy baby. I once again call BS!

Another lesson is EVERYONE seems to think they can touch your belly when they feel like it or weigh in on your choice of names…uh let me think about that for a second…No.

So let me start with the first lesson:

It seems a lot of people had an “issue” with me knowing the sex, since it’s my first child and I don’t understand this. Whether this is my first child or my fifth, last time I checked in was MY child (and my husbands). I’m the one preparing for this child and my personality dictates that I need to plan, plan and plan some more. It causes me anxiety when I know a big event is coming up and I am not prepared. And folks this is a HUGE event. My entire life is going to be turned upside down and inside out and I NEED to hold on to any fragment of control I have left. And if that fragment of control is knowing the difference between choosing blue or pink for a blanket I’ll freaking take it! Not only that but,  I also was REALLY stressing out over it, because I can admit I was not in the market for a girl. Which brings me to my next “lesson”.

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