Pink or Blue

One of the many decisions to be made during your pregnancy is whether or not you find out the sex of the baby. This becomes something else that you are judged for. Some people choose to keep it a secret and others like us choose to find out. Whichever way you decide to do it both are equally amazing, and I didn’t feel any less excited because we already knew what we were having. If anything, it made us more excited as it meant that we could plan.

Mr N had always said that he would never want us to find out the sex as what a lovely surprise it would be finding out at the birth but as soon as we found out we were pregnant, it all changed and he was desperate to know. I didn’t think I’d be able to survive the 9 months not knowing what I was carrying anyway so I was more than happy with that.

We decided that we couldn’t wait till the 20 week scan either (impatient as always) and we chose to pay our friends at Window to the Womb another visit and find out at 16 weeks. Thankfully Little A was a bit of an exhibitionist at all of our scans and would happily lay there with his legs open for all to see.

I think most people if they were honest have a preference on whether it would be pink or blue. The most important thing is of course that the baby is healthy but I always imagined myself with a daughter… I am ridiculously girly, pink is my favourite and I love Minnie Mouse. I just couldn’t picture myself with a boy even though I know Mr N was excited to have a little mate to play football with and teach to play golf.

We went to our scan at 16 weeks and were given the exciting news that we were having a… BOY. I could see Mr N’s eyes well up at the thought of having a Son and judging by the screen there was no doubt about the sex.

As time passed and I watched my bump grow… our little man started wriggling in my tummy and I suddenly felt a connection to my Son. I was carrying our little boy and I came to accept the blue. My house was taken over by blue everything for my Baby Shower thanks to my Mum and Sister and I even wore a blue dress. It was exciting going shopping for boys’ clothes and filling his little wardrobe with Mickey Mouse outfits. We even named him and we used that when we spoke to him which made it feel even more real.

I could no longer imagine myself with a little girl and I wondered if I was always destined to be surrounded by boys. I was actually looking forward to becoming a boy mama.