The last time I was pregnant, (not all that long ago) people would ask me, "do you know if it’s a boy or a girl"?
And I would usually answer, we don’t know.
Snarky answer: ya, one of those, 50/50 percent chance.
And we really didn’t know. We were firm in our resolve that this was going to be revealed the big day of the birth, to all of us. One of life’s great surprises.
It is easy, pick two names, or one gender non specific one, and you wait. Viola.
Shocking in this day and age apparently, to not seek out that answer. You can now pay an extra $50 dollars in BC to learn that from a routine ultrasound.
Why is this always such a big thing?