Why are people so interested in other people’s lives? Especially when it comes to the gender of an unborn child. Is it the amount of information we put out there? The power and connection of social media that brings us together and makes us feel closer – and, well, nosey?
Many of my friends are reaching the point in their pregnancy when they are finding out the gender of their unborn baby. Just last week I stayed up watching Facebook like a hawk to find out if a friend was having a boy or a girl – she already has three girls. They will be welcoming their fourth child, a baby boy, in May 2013.
Another friend went to her doctor’s appointment, had the doctor seal the gender reveal in an envelope and the family of three – they already have a daughter – plan to open it on Christmas morning. The suspense is killing me… And it’s not even my baby!
I’m anti surprises. I’m anti secrets and I’m a huge planner by nature.
I also have three boys.
Last week, it was my turn to find out. Sure I could’ve and probably should’ve waited a few more weeks, but again, I am anti surprises.
From what we could tell, it’s extremely likely our fourth child is another boy – a healthy little baby boy.
After crying for about five minutes, just as I had done each time before, I silently repeated these words over and over in my head:
Almost the same type of shock I felt when I became aware of this pregnancy.
My husband and I were hesitant about sharing the news. Not because we weren’t elated to learn we will be welcoming another beautiful life into our family, but because of the reactions from others. The same reactions that started when we were pregnant with our second son and continued through the birth (and well after) with our third son.
Are you sad you didn’t get your girl?
So while I’m guilty of being interested in other people’s family dynamics, I found myself to be sheltering mine. For I believe that everything happens for a reason and you’re only given what you can handle – no matter what others think or say.
Apparently, I can handle a lot of noise, excitement, love and joy because…
It’s another boy!