Boy or Girl? Should We Find Out?

So here's something that's disturbing me about pregnancy. It seems like the huge decision to have a baby only begets more decisions. One that Hubby (hmmm. I need an alias for him- Pioneer Woman has Marlboro Man, Brad and Angelina have Brangelina, Emsky has Hubs? Hubba-Bubba?) and I have been debating over the past few days is whether or not to find out the sex of the baby when the time comes. He says "yes," I say "no". He says "yes," I say "if I have to carry this baby in my BODY for more than 9 months and then go through childbirth then I say NO." He says "the Doctor will tell me and I won't tell you." As if I could stand him knowing and not me for more than 20 minutes.

So here's the thing- I'm not really sure why I don't want to know. In fact, don't tell Chubby Hubby(?) that I'm not so sure about not finding out the sex. People have said to me "it's one of the few big surprises left in life." I'm not so sure about that. I think life is pretty darned surprising. I'm surprised that I met Hubsy-Wubsy (?) on-line. I'm surprised that I said yes when he asked me to move in with him one month after our first date. I'm surprised that I said yes when he proposed 4 months later. I'm surprised that I'm living on the South Shore of Massachusetts and commuting an hour and a half to work each way. And I'm surprised that my life has turned out just the way I never knew I always wanted it to.

So is not finding out the sex of our baby TRULY one of the few surprises we have left in this life? I don't think so. And the part of me that likes to be organized and ready for anything and planning ahead really wants to know if this is a boy or a girl (or twins??)...

I've got a while yet until I have to make my final decision. But right now I'd say I'm 40% don't find out, 60% do- but don't tell Hubbers (?).

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