Our Baby is a....

The plan was set. We'd ask the ultrasound technician to write down the sex of our baby and seal it an envelope. We'd bring the sealed envelope to Party City and let them fill our pre-made box with either blue or pink balloons for an awesome surprise. Perfect, right? Wrong.

Our technician refused to write anything down, saying "putting it on paper makes it legal & ya'll could sue me if I'm wrong."

What?! Are you freakin' kidding me?!

How about I sign my name that I won't sue you and we call it a day you honest, by the book, law abiding, surprise-crushing hussy!

I almost got all 5 month preggo on her before Eugene intervened and volunteered himself to be privy of the info to still allow for my surpsrise. I closed me eyes and he took one for the team. Actually, there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd leave that dark room not knowing, see he always wants to know. I-on the other hand-likes me a little suspense now and then.

My second pregnancy back in '08 was a surprise until the day of. Truthfully, I actually loved not knowing those 9.5 months because I knew the wait would be worth it. I knew that moment when they gave me my baby and announced her or him would be the most magical, most transcending moment ever.

Um, someone should have reminded me that I was getting a c-section and that the FURTHEST thing on their mind is what type of baby it is. There I was, loopy as hell pinned to a surgical table hearing my baby cry and STILL NOT KNOWING whether it's a boy or girl. I think they just assumed that I knew. It really wasn't what I had expected.

So this time, we wanted to make it a moment with everyone. And though Eugene knew, I think he loved watching it all unfold and it also meant that he could properly capture it.

After giving my "colors are colors and they don't define who we are and don't let corporate america tell you that blue is for boys and pink is for girls and see! look! Mommy's even wearing blue in defiance of such ridiculousness" speech I told them that for all intents and purposes we'll play their little game this time.

 Here goes:

Being with my family when finding out was so much more meaningful than in a dark technicians office or half numb in a cold hospital. 

No, this was perfect!