Pink or Blue

"Do you know what you're having?"; this is the second question that gets thrown at me (right after having received confirmation that I am in deed pregnant and didn't just fall into the cookie jar face first) by anyone that dares to actually strike up the conversation about my possible weight gain.
I'm no medical doctor but I'm pretty confident in saying that "Yes, I do know what I'm having... it's a baby and it will either be a boy or a girl". I like to see myself as a pretty open person, but I am having the hardest of times understanding why this boy vs. girl question is of such incredible importance to everyone. It seems to be right up there in the category of "Where did we come from?" and "Where are we going?". Maybe if we all didn't worry so much about "irrelevant" questions like these (especially if they don't personally concern us) and just start enjoying ourselves; we'd have a better time waiting for the answers?

I'm being told the reason for finding out if it's a boy or a girl, is so you can be "prepared". I can only assume that means being prepared to making the "blue or pink decision" at Dunn-Edwards. I don't care much for painting walls these days, so that's off the list. I was really really convinced that I do not want to know the baby's sex until the day where I can see for myself. I strongly believed it was no body's business but ours and I wasn't going to find out just to satisfy the curiosity of a bunch of strangers. I figured; the people that deserve to know will be the ones that are close to me and they will be around when the day comes that information is no longer a secret; if they won't be around anymore, well, they were never truly close enough to me to have earned the right to know such delicate secrets.

....yes i truly was convinced that I do not want to know.......that I was.....

But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. First we have some catching up to do. I think all these gimmicks and nerd tools readily available these days, are great; but I so far haven't felt inclined to join the trends: MySpace, Facebook, Blogging, Tweeting.....where does it end?! Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I do wonder at times what ever happened to letter writing and calling someone on the phone....fine, I get it: I'll keep quiet and get back to my knitting and doing laundry down by the river.
Then I realized: maybe a little blogging about our newest project, couldn't hurt anyone. It's definitely easier to keep friends and family informed all at once; especially if they live on different continents. So here I go, my very first blog.


It all started with this:

Only three weeks later, it's looking like an actual baby:

Not to my surprise, Inyo pointed at a certain part of the picture saying proudly: "Look, Honey, it's a boy!" For some very different reason I'm convinced it's a boy as well; I don't want to make this post any longer, but it has to do with a dream i had about 2 months ago in which I met the baby; but before we get more into the boy vs. girl stuff again....here some more pictures.

This is my very first "Outside" picture which I had to rush to get before I got into postponing mood again. According to babycenter.com our little angel was the size of a bell pepper...

...which made me look like this...

For some strange reason doctor's have this crazy formula they use (which I wouldn't be surprised to learn was fabricated in some underground lab in Russia) to tell you just how many weeks you are along. Thanks to my early developed math skills, I'm able to understand them, but it doesn't easily convert, into what I've come to refer to as "real time", in a very linear fashion. I knew the day would come when I had to get rid of my beloved piercing because it would no longer be able to keep up with my stretching skin, without getting infected at the least. Since I've become a master at postponing things since moving to this country (gotta blame someone and that's a whole different blog), I've decided to remove my jewel on the exact 4months (in real time) anniversary of my pregnancy. So here I was on August 12th 2009:

Also, our little pepper has in only one week grown to a full sized Heirloom Tomato...

Now that we're all caught up; back to my girl vs. boy debate. Long story even longer: after days of debating and coming up with pros and cons to knowing and not knowing, my husband gave the deciding argument. He said something to the tune of: "I know you, if we decide NOT to find out, you will be stressing over the fact that the doctor or some nurse might spill the secret, for the next 5 months! And stress is not what you need right now". And all of a sudden it was clear to me. He is right. Yeah, yeah I'll say it again: He is right! I would like to be surprised; but growing up with a dad that worked for CSI Zurich, and watching a lot of movies, I can't help but constantly trying to put together puzzle pieces and looks and listen for clues; even if it's at the doctor's office. So if one day the unsuspecting nurse that takes my blood pressure should say such an innocent thing like: "Let's see how the little girl's doing", I might read into it, lose it and strangle her with the stethoscope (OK, part of that is probably the hormones talking, but it wouldn't be a pretty scene for sure).

Taking into consideration the well being of everyone involved, we've come to the conclusion of "going with the flow" and finding out if it's in deed a boy or a girl before that big day sometime next January.