With the advancement of ultrasound technology, it seems “Gender Reveal Parties” are all the rage among pregnant folks. From what I understand, it typically goes something like this: You go to the ultrasound and get to see your little one, but ask the ultrasound tech to avoid showing you the he/she indicator. The tech then proceeds to secretly determine the gender, write it on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope, and hand it to you… smirking, because they know something you don’t know. You then take your top secret envelope to a bakery, where a pink or blue cake is baked for you, sealed in a very generically colored frosting. You gather together your friends and family, and eagerly cut the cake – trusting that sweet confection to tell you the most intimate detail about your child that can be known at this point in time!
It sounds fun. Really it does. It’s just… I must have trust issues or something, but I wanted to see those baby girl or baby parts for MYSELF, thank you very much. I didn’t want the tech or the baker or anyone else to know more about my baby than I did, even for a few hours. And I also wanted to find with my hubby and daughter and be able to share the news with our families together, rather than finding out at the same time they did. And so… we took the idea of a gender reveal party and did it our way 🙂
Some people like to wait until baby is born and be surprised. I once heard someone say, “You’re still surprised. Just earlier.” I liked that. I always thought I’d be wait-er. However, finding out babies gender with both of my children has instantly created a connection and intimacy with them that wasn’t there when I just had to refer to them as “baby,” “they,” or worst of all… “it?!”
Boy or girl, we would be excited either way! Our one stipulation was… no guessing! If we couldn’t see clearly, let’s keep it a surprise.
As a family, we saw our sweet little addition for the first time… saw a sweet little face and a precious little heart… kicking legs and grabbing fingers… working kidneys and and beautiful spine… and we saw very clearly, yes for ourselves, little boy parts! “See there,” and the ultrasound tech points, “there’s the *insert scientific names for boy parts here* and the *insert scientific names for boy parts here*!” Sure enough. And I have a picture to prove it. But for the privacy of my son (I can say that now!), I won’t post that here.
After seeing our sweet boy, Jon took Elsie home for a nap and I went on a mission for blue balloons!
I only had to keep baby’s gender a secret for a few hours, but that was hard enough!! Say “he” and “him” came so naturally. I had to carefully craft texts to say “Baby appears to be very healthy”, and remember not to post the above photo to Facebook, etc. We invited our families for dinner, keeping it simple with a “bring meat to share and a dish to pass” sort of menu.
To share the news, we got as many blue balloons as would fit in the biggest box we could find. We taped the top flaps up to make it even taller (and easier for a toddler to open!). Once the balloons were inside, we wrapped the entire box and decorated with a generic yellow bow.
Once the whole family was gathered that evening, Elsie had the honor of opening the box and sharing the news!
It was a blast to see our families’ excitement..
Away the balloons flew!
Now we just have to wait a few months to meet our little mister!
What’s your take on finding out the gender before birth? Have you been to/had a gender reveal party? If you have kids, did you find out or wait? If you don’t have kids yet, what would you do?
Boy or girl, it comes down to this… Each baby is an absolute miracle, a gift from God.
Maybe all of the balloons should have been taped down! Thanks, Mary, for contacting me and bringing to light the possible consequences releasing balloons like this could have…
Congrats on baby boy! Your family is so cute and I can’t wait to see the chapter unfold! And secondly I LOVE the idea of the balloons popping out of the box! I wish they were ALL taped in bcs I found this amazingly education site called http://www.balloonsblow.org/ I had no idea the damage drifting balloons could cause. Just wanted to share that with anyone reading your post so maybe they could tape them all. Same fun pop effect but not littering. Just a thought to share. I love God’s creatures!