Your mother’s week-20 ultrasound was today and it was our first opportunity to find out whether you’re going to be a Fauchon or a Fauchona (Fauchette?). As it stands, we aren’t going to find out your gender until you pop out of your mother. Why, you ask? Because it’s the last real surprise in the world (or so they say)!
There are two types of people in the world. There are those who want to know what they’re getting for Christmas and there are those who enjoy finding out when they’re opening their presents. Your mother is the former, and I am the latter. To her, it’s a surprise regardless of when she learns what’s inside. But for me, I always think there’s a proper time for every type of surprise. For Christmas, on Christmas, for birthdays, on birthdays, and for a baby’s gender, it’s when we welcome you into the world. There’s also the building anticipation, which adds another layer to the ultimate surprise.
If you asked me at the beginning of the year whether I would’ve preferred you to be a boy or girl, I would’ve said a boy because I always dreamed of having a QB1 or all-star shooting guard under my roof. Then we got Kili and I started learning how to play the good cop (i.e., spoiling her), and I found out how much fun that is. Since then, I’ve kind of wished you’ll be a girl. I think about how much fun it’d be to torment your future boyfriends seeking my approval, and that’s about all I think about.
In any case, as the weeks go by, I keep surprising myself with how much more excited I feel. Just 16 weeks to go. It’s almost close enough for a countdown!
How I’m often greeted by my two favorite girls right now.