So how have I been? Good. Pregnancy is progressing well, no issues at all. I’m now at 27 weeks, which is around 6 and a half months.
So, have I found out the sex of my baby? But ofcourse!!!!! We (Baba Kitty and I) found out the sex of the baby at week 21. We happen to be ardent members of #TeamImpatient, as we are always eager to find out the sex of our babies at the earliest possible time. We would have done it at week 19, but he had traveled during both weeks 19 & 20, so as soon as he landed back, we were there knocking at the radiologists’ door, ready to find out what we were carrying. For Kitty, we found out at week 20. We never waste time on such matters.
So anyway, why is it that I am always eager to find out the sex early rather than wait for the surprise at birth?
For starters, life changes for me when I find out the sex. Suddenly, and refreshingly, my baby develops a whole new personality as I give toto a name and I begin referring to the little being as such. It feels so good that I can from then henceforth refer to baby by name, and not just by an ambiguous ‘toto’. The best moments are when I call toto by name as I rub my stomach and dream big dreams about their future. I begin seeing toto in those nice baby clothes and imagining – from the kicks – what kind of character it will have, and how toto will be so good in both academics and extra-curricular activities . In a smooth transition, it just becomes easier to incorporate toto into my life and into the system that is my family. I always feel so much closer to my babies once I find out their sex – a kind of bond that I can’t describe in words.
Secondly, knowing the sex of the baby helps me plan well. Budget wise that is. Finding out the sex of Kitty enabled me to buy stuff in all things blue with a few sprinklings of neutral colors. It was so much easier to shop for him and get the right things in the right colors. The same has applied to this baby. I’ve already bought enough stuff so far, I just have a few more left which I can do so pole pole tu. Life is so much easier this way you know!
Thirdly, it helps keep me sane for the rest of the pregnancy journey. I don’t think I can hang on until week 40 ati to know the sex of my baby. To be honest my curiosity cannot be sustained that long. And neither can Baba Kitty’s. Curiosity killed the cat? Naaaah, that cat died long ago. Even though I like ‘good’ surprises, some surprises take too long to come and I’d rather go fetch them than wait for them to come to me. I would rather burst the bubble of the surprise at 20 or-so weeks than wait any longer. Besides, si a surprise is still a surprise – whether at 20 weeks or at 40 weeks? Ama there’s a difference?
And no, we never tell what we’re having. We prefer to keep it to ourselves and bond with our little baby for those 20 or-so weeks until when the rest of the world can know. If you really want to know though, ask Kitty – he loves calling his little sibling by name as he rubs my tummy and places his head on it, calling out to toto and having a chat with baby. I never understand what he tells his little sibling, but I guess toto totally gets it! Kitty is just as anxious and excited to meet his little sibling as we are. I often wonder what kind of big brother he’ll be. Over-protective? A bully? Jealous?
And what about you? Do you prefer to wait or are you in #TeamImpatient like me?