After my last blog post about my indecision regarding finding out the gender, I may have come to decision… sort of.
Amongst the comments were some interesting arguments that kept me reconsidering. You see, up to the point of writing I had been leaning towards keeping it a surprise. Maintaining the magical mystery for a few more months, as it were.
However, I find myself asking how I can look at a sonogram of this new life and not see its gender. Even if it weren’t clear, would I want to rob myself of the experience by purposefully avoiding seeing something? What is known, can never be unknowed again… (barring alzheimers, etc. of course!)
No, I’d much rather soak up every second, commit every last movement to memory and have that intrepid heartbeat crescendo through my mind whenever I think of what is to come. I would rather know the gender for the sole purpose of it being the first step (of many) closer to my unborn child. One more thing I can know already.
Plus, halving the “discussions” over names can only be healthy ;)