Let me begin this post by offending half of the people who read my blog: I hate gender reveal parties.
I understand completely why people want to celebrate the upcoming arrival of their bundle of joy, and those few details that are knowable before birth. I recognize that it’s nice to have your excitement and enthusiasm shared by others. I had a Puppy Surprise toy as a kid, so can even appreciate the thrill that comes with seeing that glimpse of pink or blue. But I just can’t get onboard the gender reveal party train.*
After watching other people’s pregnancy announcements appear on Facebook for the last several months—with due dates further and further after ours— Sea and I counted down from three and posted our own. I changed my cover image to three pairs of shoes and updated my status. Sea posted a picture from Friday’s ultrasound.
Friday was the big 20 week anatomy scan: the first ultrasound we had had in seven weeks, and possibly the last one of the pregnancy. Sea and I had both booked the afternoon off, and it felt strangely like being on vacation. It was sunny and warm. We went to one of our favourite restaurants for lunch. We visited the library. I drank my body weight in water, as required by the ultrasound clinic. And then wandered into a small, beige office to see Bingo.
To the announcement cards, sent my my cousin. Subject line: MAZEL TOV!!!
“I’m screaming with delight as I read your exquisitely designed announcement and look at the very first picture of my new cousin. You two sure are good at keeping secrets! I had no idea you were trying to become pregnant. Which is very smart as the last thing you needed was the constant concern of others during what can be a difficult process.
Do you know the sperm donor? How are you feeling, A? So you weren’t actually on anti-biotics at Seder, right? I always remember who drinks and who doesn’t. 😉 But you looked really well, so pregnancy must suit you.