We’d never discussed which side of the baby gate we fell on that one, but it turned out we both wanted to wait.
And it was awesome — the most sensational surprise of my life. But that’s not the only reason to wait.
- It drives other people batty. Most can’t comprehend how you could possibly hold out for nine long months. They act as if you’re doing them a disservice — or lying when you say you really, truly don’t know. What about clothes, they ask, and the nursery? That’s what neutrals are for, baby. But how will you plan? Um, I’m pretty sure all babies — boys and girls — wear diapers, and sleep in a crib, basinet or cradle. Those items aren’t gender-specific.
- You won’t be inundated with pink, or blue or dolls or My Little Pony or cars or GI Joe or, well, anything society has determined is “girlie” or “boy-like.” Instead, you can stick to practical purchases and items on your registry – like Pampers with the wetness indicator or Gerber’s nipple stick.
- People entertain you with their predictions. Strangers point at your belly and declare what’s tumbling in your uterus. They share all their old wives tales like “a girl steals your beauty,” “boys cause morning sickness,” “you carry boys in the front, but girls make you gain all over” or “the heart rate is lower with a boy.” Thousands — literally — thought I was toting a bambino. Only R and my sister considered otherwise. I had wicked all-day sickness my entire pregnancy (and afterward_, gained only in my stomach and the baby had a lower heart rate at each appointment leading up to delivery. The beauty thing is debatable.
- No gender-reveal cakes or silly parties — just nine months where you and your partner can wait and anticipate.
- Labor is … exciting. You aren’t just waiting to meet someone you know something about (gender is a big “something”), but rather experience a 100 percent unknown. Hearing R say “it’s a girl” was more exhilarating than ziplining 200 feet in the air through the jungle on our honeymoon.
- It’s fun, and old fashioned. Technology is wonderful and medical advances are life-altering, but not knowing a baby’s gender is so seventies, and so fabulous.