So blogs are hard…

And I am not good at keeping up with them. But here is the latest update on the tiny human growing inside of me:

Chris and I have been undecided as to whether we want to know the sex of our child before it’s born or not. By undecided, I mean that he wanted to and I did not. It’s not that I didn’t care, but something as special as the sex of your child seems like a heavy load of information to dump on a future mother when she has her pants down around her ankles and goo all over her belly. Especially from our ultrasound tech, who is a pretty grumpy person in general. It all seems highly anti-climactic.

So we decided to make a compromise in the form of a Christmas present. I handmade a cute little Christmas card with a picture of a baby in a manger on the front. Above the mangerbaby, it says “For unto us a child is born…” and the on the inside it says “For unto us, a SON or DAUGHTER is given.” So we brought the card into the ultrasound with us and asked the gumpy ultrasound tech to circle which sex it is. We did not look at the card, but immediately sealed it up in an envelope and placed it under the tree. We will open it tomorrow night (Christmas Eve) with all of our family around us. This seems more appropriately climactic.

People have asked me “How can you stand to sit there with the envelope in your house and not open it?” Honestly, I haven’t been really tempted. It’s not like we can send it back if we don’t like the outcome. And I’m a sucker for a good surprise. There is something so satisfying about getting really exited about something and waiting for it to FINALLY be here and have everyone excited about it too.

So all of this has gotten me thinking about Butterbean. Not necessarily if Butterbean is a boy or a girl, but what kind of person he or she will be. According to experts, his or her little personality is already started to develop. I wonder what kind of personality will it be? Will it be a funny kid? Will it like people? Will it be a bookworm who is a little socially awkward? Will it be the dirty kid in the class, who smells like old macaroni and cheese and dirty socks? Will it be easygoing or have multiple daily meltdowns? Is there anything I can do to change it before we have a really annoying person living with us for 18+ years?

I guess we should start with one personality fact at a time. Then we can deal with that stench of old macaroni and cheese. I’ll keep you posted.