We Shall Call It...Something

'Ello Questers! Lovely to see you this fine afternoon.

I come to you today with baby woes. 

What do ya mean, woes?

Tyler and I decided early on in my pregnancy that we would not find out what our baby had packing. Would it be a boy? Would it be a girl? Who knew!

So during the anatomical ultrasound at 18 weeks we gave a polite no to the tech when she asked if we wanted to see. 

I honestly did not know the dismay we would be causing members of our friends and family. I have been bombarded by several people who are 'frankly shocked' that I did not find out. How can my aunt knit me the cutest of the cute baby blankets if she doesn't know boy or girl? How can the ladies at work buy me adorable outfits if they don't know P vs. V? How can so-and-so prepare a baby shower without the token blue or pink color-vomiting everywhere?

And this does not only apply to my family or friends. It applies to me as well. Making a decent registry was the hardest ever. There are just no gender neutral clothes. Every time I found something cute (AND GENDER NEUTRAL), Tyler said that it was 'too girly'. 

Le sigh. And the bickering between us? Forget about it. I wanted Avent bottles, he wanted Playtex. I wanted Soothie pacifiers, he wanted some other stupid brand. He had the scanning gun so of course he scanned his options. I did mine when I got the gun. 

But in all seriousness, we totally love each other.

And so far, at a whopping 6 months, I've gotten the choruses of people telling me what I am having.

Tyler's mother is convinced I'm having a girl. She told me I was going to have a girl before I was pregnant. She told me I was going to have a girl right after I got pregnant. She's telling me I'm having a girl now because, 'you never had morning sickness', 'your hair is blah, blah, blah', 'you're carrying the baby in the girl-spot'. I'm sure if it's a boy she'll still say it's a girl.

Tyler is pretty sure it's a girl as well. Something about how I'm carrying...and geez...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Native American vibes maybe?

I'm starting to think it's a girl as well. Don't know why. Maybe instinct?

So of course, Kelsey thinks it's a boy. I hope it's not. Not just to spite her (although fuck yeah) but also because I'm getting attached to the idea of a girl.

Also, Tyler and I have yet to sit down to debate the problems with boys and girls. Take the topic of circumcision. I'm mostly against. Tyler is for. I've yet to convince him otherwise. I'm not sure I can.

Also, also, we haven't made a base plan for religion yet. I am atheist. Tyler believes in God yet not organized religion. I want our children to learn all religions, including my lack of one. Tyler wants me to take WP to church because he hates organized religion. I hate churches because, duh, atheist. We really need a plan here.

Also, also, also, we haven't quite figured out the whole baby name yet. Like we haven't even tried. We both like Connor....and that's about it.

Also, also, also, also, we haven't decided on the babysitter for when I go back to work (I only get 1 month paid).

As you can see, we are the most prepared. All the prepared actually. 

What do with you? I don't know.