Despite the fact that I consider myself somewhat of a neurotic planner, it was my idea to keep our baby’s gender a surprise. At first I thought it would be more fun to guess, wonder, and dream about our soon-to-be son or daughter for 9 months, but in reality, it drove me cuckoo crazy! I wanted to know, I HAD to know at one point, but finally decided to just wait it out. When I commit to something, that’s it – it becomes more of a test of willpower for better or worse.
Ryan didn’t seem to mind either way. He just couldn’t believe that I, of all people, would voluntarily keep a huge secret from myself for an extended period of time. He even suggested we find out at the next ultrasound just to ease my mind, but by then I had already made it so far, I couldn’t cave. Besides, we had already told too many people about it and bets were on.
When we told people about our secret, some loved the idea and thought it was great, saying, “There are so few surprises in life these days,” and “It will be so worth the wait.” Others thought it didn’t make any sense and were almost mad about it – ha! I guess they’re either truly neurotic planners or simply don’t have the willpower ;)
We also heard every old wive’s tale imaginable. Not only are they all ridiculous, but most of them contradicted themselves. I still can’t get over how serious people were when they’d share their theories. Silliness.
Anyway, I believed Baby Fisher was a boy for most of my pregnancy until about 6 months in and then started second-guessing myself. Everywhere I looked, someone either recently had a baby boy or was expecting one very soon. There seemed to be a huge imbalance in 2015’s babies, so I figured someone I know must be having a girl, just to even out the statistics.
When the doctor announced that Bryn was in fact a girl, I was a little surprised but with only one other alternative, it wasn’t all that shocking. It’s a 50/50 guess and half of everyone who voted ended up being right.
Not knowing if there was a little boy or girl on the way was kinda fun and exciting, but I honestly don’t think I’d do it again. It made a little more sense for the first one when we didn’t know what to expect whatsoever, but I probably will not torture myself like that next time around. Maybe I’ll go in the exact opposite direction and let my inner-planner throw a reveal party… We shall see ;)