Are You Finding Out?

So, it seems that the second you announce that you are expecting a bundle of joy, the first thing people ask is, "Are you finding out what you're having?" It's similar to when you get engaged and people immediately want to know when and where the wedding is!

Oh, the debate, the agonizing debate. At first Sam and I agreed that we will not find out the sex of this child, because honestly, it doesn't matter. This is our first child so either way we will be excited. This was my mind set for about 1 month after we announced our pregnancy.

Insert the waffling. Oh, the waffling. Let's just say that God created me as a curious person. I guess I don't know what I'd call it - maybe nosy is a better word. When I see presents in front of the Christmas tree, I immediately need to know what's in there. It's just my nature. Ask my mom - she claims I've opened some prematurely, which I never really have. So the sex of this baby, to me, is like a wrapped present. Someone out there will know what we are having (the ultrasound tech), and that greatly increases my desire to know. It's like there's a secret that I could know but I'm not going to! So I waffled. I decided I needed to know what this child is. Yes, I NEEDED to know. I convinced my husband that I will have a more special connection with the baby if I know what it is before labor. He didn't believe me, but he went along with it and said that we could find out if that's what I wanted. Oh, it was so exciting to think about knowing what your gender is so soon!

Insert my dad. I sorta mentioned that we were going to find out the sex of the baby at the ultrasound. You would think that I just drank a filth of vodka or something. He went ballistic. OK that's an over-exaggeration. He was upset and compared it to "messing with God's plan for my life." Then he went on to say that I was a "liberal" if I found out the sex of this child. While I think that was part of his over-exaggerated state, as political affiliation has nothing to do with finding out the sex of the child, he eventually came back to reality. He told me that anticipation is the most fun thing in life.

Now, that's something to think about.

So I thought about it - and decided he was right. The anticipation of guessing and wondering and thinking about what was inside the Christmas present was always more fun than actually knowing what was inside. Honestly, this baby is either a boy or a girl - and either way we will be blessed beyond belief and grateful that God chooses gender, rather than mom and dad. Although, there are some interesting theories on how to conceive a certain gender.

So, baby, although the temptation is GREAT - mama's gonna say no, thanks. I am going to wait another 20 weeks to find out what gender you are. And, at that point I will be so thankful you've joined our world, I won't be able to imagine anything other than just what you are. God is good, and His plan is PERFECT :)