Dear baby,
It’s been quite a guessing game trying to figure out your gender. Some nights I have dreams and you’re a boy. Other times, we’re positive you’re a girl. I’m convinced you really could go either way. Your father and I are both pretty gender-fluid ourselves, androgynous - people call it. A psychic said you’d be a boy. A clairvoyant friend said you’d be a girl. In three days (St. Patrick’s day), we have an appointment with the doctor for a new ultrasound results which SHOULD show your gender! We’re so excited! Only three more days! Hopefully you’ll be in a good enough position where we can see if you have a little penis or a  vagina. It’s so weird that we’re actually *wanting* to look at your genitals. I mean, during what time in a parent’s life is it actually an *eager* time to want to go LOOKING for the kid’s privates. It’s a tad weird, I’ll admit.

It’s not like I’m necessarily afraid to look, the body is a natural, human thing… unfortunately, there’s just so much stigma around parents looking at their kids the wrong way… so um, at least we’re doing it at the doctor’s office where it’s perfectly fine. Man, even writing about it somehow feels … eh… well, what can I say. Anatomy is a science. And it’s really difficult to pick out your nursery theme and buy your clothes without knowing your gender, so we  gotta look. Some parents wait till birth to find out, but I’m far more impatient! Three more days, yay!
Love
Mommy