Today is my 20 week anatomical ultrasound. Since I do not want to find out the sex of this baby–I’m not inviting my husband to this appointment. Why?
Because he wants to know the sex of the baby.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask, to not find out the sex of the baby and request that my husband does not either. However, inviting him to the ultrasound would require persuasion on the ultrasound tech to do as I say. Since the rules are foggy to me, as to what kind of parental rights my husband has as to whether he can know something about my body that I don’t – I’ve decided to not hassle with “trusting” the ultrasound tech at all. Knowing my husband, he would slip them a bill and get his way.
But, I mean – come on.
He is not allowed to know something that I do not. He would hold it over my head and play games for the next 19 weeks. He would drive me to the brink of insanity.
I’m just not into that.
I have never in my life felt so strongly about something as I do about not finding out the sex of this baby. Maybe because it’s my 3rd and I have one of each. Maybe because it’s my 3rd and final baby. Maybe because there’s no greater surprise God can give you. Maybe because I have enough baby things in both genders to be covered. Maybe because I kinda know it’ll be a boy. But certainly because I’m having a Cesarean section and they’re scary enough that I need something to look forward to.
So, I just didn’t tell my husband when my appointment was…
and now I feel guilty.
Update: after much thought and lots of feelings of guilt-I called Mr. Eaglin around noon and told him about the appointment. I threatened harm if he tried to find out the sex of the baby…he laughed. I stressed the fact that it was very important to me to not find out…he laughed. I threatened to cancel the appointment if he would not comply with what I wanted…he laughed. I threatened no sex…he said OK.