A Question About Sex
The wife and I have our first disagreement with regard to our unborn child:
we don’t agree on whether or not we should discover the sex of the
child early.
The wife, bless her normally impatient self, doesn’t want to know. To her,
it seems, finding out the sex of the child during the birth is part of the
experience and part of the surprise. She worries that they might be wrong –
even in this day and age they can’t tell with 100% accuracy – and looks
ahead to the shower where she could end up with mountains of baby clothes
that happen to be the wrong color.
I, despite my normally patient nature, want to know. Medical science has
given us a chance to discover facts about our unborn child that would make
even our parents jealous. To me, it is part of the surprise, rather we find
out now or later. I want to dream about the patter of little feet and have
an idea about the shoes those feet will be wearing.
One proposition that was born from this disagreement is an interesting
one indeed. Let’s both be happy. The doctor can tell me but not her.
She will remain in the dark while I sit on a secret that I’ll just be bursting to
share. Somehow I just don’t think this one will work out in the end.
When it comes down to it, the answer is really irrelevant.
I’d be just as happy throwing a football around in the backyard with a boy
as I would be throwing a football around in the backyard with a girl.
It really, honestly, matters little to either of us. We are just happy to
get the chance to have one at all, even if we have to wait nine months
to find out the color of its socks.
Jenn
August 3rd, 2002 at 1:09 pm #
And yet another good one. I think you’re in the wrong profession. Made me cry again. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. I love you Honey!!
Tina
August 6th, 2002 at 11:13 pm #
I agree with Jen – part of the fun is the surprise. But set it up as an interesting bet – you hold out the info – no slips – or . . . But if you spill it to anyone else, it’s bound to get back to Jen. Hard info to hold in, methinks.
Mom
August 8th, 2002 at 11:45 pm #
Yes Ken, you did it again, brought tears to my eyes! Do you think you would let me in on the secret. I promise not to tell Jenn. That way I can buy extra presents, for the right sex, and give them to her after the show. Love, Mom