I have discovered how totally controversial finding out the gender of your unborn child is.
I always thought it was something you did or didn’t do without a whole heap of thought. But, now that the envelope has sat on our kitchen bench we have been in turmoil over all the reasons why we should or should not open it to reveal our baby’s sex.
Of course, it doesn’t matter to us. A brother or sister for Milla or another daughter or a son for us -either way, we would be ecstatic. Our only wish with particular emphasis more so now after what we’ve been through, is for happy, healthy children.

My husband and I had a conversation that went around and around and there seemed to be equal reasons for finding out and not finding out. I decided after an hour of circular conversation that it was time for action. I told hubby to come to bed with either ‘yes’ (to open) or ‘no’ (to burn) written on a piece of paper.
We jumped into bed and with sheepish smiles we counted up to 3 and opened simultaneously. Mine said ‘no’, his said ‘yes’ and we hadn’t even decided on a solution to a stalemate. We laughed and decided that since it was 11pm we wouldn’t be able to sleep from excitement if we did open it anyway.

When he returned home from work the next day the circular discussion continued. Again, it was time for action because the longer we left it, the more tempting that envelope became.
We finally came to the conclusion that we loved the surprise element when Milla came into the world and would like to experience that again. We made a cuppa while Milla happily played and when we returned with our drinks, there was Milla holding the torn envelope in her pudgy hand and the piece of paper in the other. It was as clear as day what was written there. She obviously couldn’t wait until his or her birthday and had ultimately made the decision for us.
And we are so thrilled.

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