A few weeks ago Jake and I were talking with a fellow preggo couple about whether or not to find out the sex of our babies. Neither one of them (the other couple, that is) had too strong of an opinion on the matter, so the preggo mama told me she was going to let her husband decide whether or not they’d find out because, “I get to do everything else for this pregnancy… I want him to get to decide something.” Wow. She is so way more mature than I am.
She is also, by the way, planning to give birth in a bathtub with her husband in there with her, massaging her back as she eases her child out (sans epidural) into a soothing pool of warm water. Suffice it to say, finding out the sex is not the only preggo decision on which we differ.
Jake, however, would surely trade me in for her in a heartbeat if it meant he could know for sure a mini Panthers jersey would be an appropriate “home from the hospital” outfit for our little one. But I think he’d lie like a rug about his swimming abilities, just to avoid that whole bathtub situation…
Speaking of my baby daddy, I asked him to write a “He Said” guest-blog post for a “He Said/She Said” about whether or not to find out the sex of our baby. I think at first he thought there was a chance my mind could be changed on the matter. Bless his heart. Still… good sport that he is, he wrote one anyway. And it’s so dang cute and self-deprecating I don’t even have the heart to write the “She Said” version because… well, he kinda covers my side too. It’s things like this that make me love this man. So much that I’d almost consider caving and finding out what we’re having on our next visit. Almost. But not quite. I’m sticking to my inconsiderate guns on this one and banking heavily on the fact that it’ll be worth the wait.
But as you know, I’m not the only one with an opinion here. So here’s what “He Said:” Continue reading