Because of my “advanced maternal age” I qualified for some genetic pre-screenings for the baby. The tests came back negative and were also able to identify at 13 weeks what the sex of the baby is. I got the call last Friday morning at work and told the nurse I wanted to know the sex. When she said “a girl” I was surprised. I’ve been having dreams about another little boy in our family for over a year now. I just knew we were going to have another son.
I wasn’t disappointed though. I let the news sink in and got excited. On my lunch break I went to the nearest bakery to pick up some pink treats. My boss kindly let me leave a few hours early since I was bursting to tell my husband and kids the news.
My husband saw the pink and whispered excitedly, “We’re having another girl?!”
I should probably include a reminder here that my kids are 3 and 5. They didn’t catch the meaning of the pink. So I prompted, “You know how I’m pregnant? Well we found out today whether you are going to have a sister or a brother. So I picked up some pink treats for you guys because you are going to be having a sister!”
“Soooooo are the cookies for the baby?” asked my daughter.
“Do we have to wait till the baby is here before we get to eat the donuts?” asked my confused son.
“Oh no. These are for you guys just so we can celebrate the baby is girl. That’s why it’s all pink,” I tried to explain.
“We can eat these now?” they both asked.
“Yes! Eat up!” I answered realizing that I probably didn’t pick an age appropriate way to deliver the news. I laughed. Of course they would be more concerned about all the pretty treats being dangled in front of them instead of the gender of the baby.
After they were sugared up they were more open to hearing and talking about the news. We all had a cookie, and now we’re all excited!