Sex

Very early on, we decided we did not want to find out the sex of Belly Bear. When we were pregnant with Evan, Josh didn’t want to find out, but I did, so I said I would even if he didn’t. Well, obviously he couldn’t accept that and we both found out.

We were glad we did too, but this time around I wanted to do things Josh’s way: I decided I didn’t want to find out. Since it’s going to be a scheduled C-section with Belly Bear, and the birth date itself won’t be a mystery, I wanted to keep something as a surprise. Josh liked the idea and agreed: we wouldn’t find out.

It was all good, until 3 weeks ago, when Josh woke up one day with a sudden desire to find out the sex. He decided to wait a couple of weeks; if it was just due to the stress of the move, it’d go away as soon as we made it to the OBX. Well, it didn’t go anywhere, so we’re finding out, hopefully in 3 weeks.

I have to admit I considered finding out, but keeping it a secret from everyone else. I don’t know why I feel this need to keep it a secret, but there you have it. But I realized one of us is bound to use the proper pronoun in a conversation, then Grandpa Chuck will hear about it and within 2 minutes even the cashier at the grocery store will know the sex.

One thing that will be a secret, just like last time, is the name. So please don’t ask (yes, I’m talking to you, Grandpa Chuck!)