Well, that's if we wanted to know this baby’s sex.
Yep, that’s right! Danny and I have decided to join Team Green (you know, not Team Blue, Not Team Pink—but Team Green) and not find out what we're having beforehand. Crazy, right?
|It should be called "Team Yellow." Plum will probably get lots of shower gifts that look like this.|
Danny’s wanted to be on Team Green since the beginning, and let me tell you, I thought he was being ludicrous at first. I remember telling him he was out of his mind, that this is 2012, and that there's no way in hell I would ever not find out. I'm way too Type A to not have everything ready when the baby gets here. I completely threw the dumb idea out the window, and I was clear that no further discussion was required.
But the more I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea of Danny being the one to tell me, “It’s a ______!” in the delivery room. How sweet will that be? I'm sure he'll be blubbering so hard that I won't be able to hear him the first time. Whenever I feel like breaking down and finding out (which will probably be often), I'll just try to imagine this moment--and hopefully, it'll restore my willpower.
Oh, and I've decided that I want to do the nursery in gray and turquoise, regardless of the baby's sex, so that won't be an issue. I'll just add pops of orange or coral once the baby's here.
So there you have it! This baby will remain "s/he" until s/he's born.