As I mentioned last week, I am planning to find out what I’m having (my appointment is on Thursday, as a matter of fact!). I also found out with Alex. To me, it was never really a question. It wasn’t that I needed to know so I could set up the nursery -- I was living in an NYC apartment at the time so his “nursery” consisted of a corner in my bedroom. And it’s not that I have an aversion to the color yellow or that I wanted to name the kid before he came out (Alex became Alex six hours after he was born…he was going to be Christopher or Timothy up to that point). I just wanted to know. Not in an obsessive way, just in the way I wanted to know that he had 10 fingers and 10 toes and was growing properly.
As far as the “I want to be surprised” argument goes, I have found that, for me, it’s just as surprising to find out the sex at 20 weeks as it would be at 40 weeks. And it’s a great way to split up the long pregnancy. Anyway, I’m not a big fan of surprises. In fact, the fewer surprises the day I give birth, the better, thank you very much.
So, anyway, that’s where I fall on this debate. I have plenty of friends who don’t find out the sex and I think that’s cool too. I just don’t think I could hold out.
What are your thoughts on the subject? What did you do/will you do with your kids? Let’s discuss!