I Didn't Do a Gender Reveal
Do I regret it?
In recent years, it seems like the thing to do. Invite all your friends and family over and do some creative, elaborate gender reveal. The best one I’ve seen is when a small child ruins the event by cutting the balloon cord instead of popping it.
Anyway, I can’t quite recall if that was a thing 20 years ago when I was pregnant with my oldest.
We went the route of picking up the phone and calling (or texting) our closest contacts.
And now that I’m remarried and often dream about what our baby would look like, it begs the question:
If we were to have a baby, would we have a gender reveal?
And my answer is still “no”.
I wouldn’t do pregnancy photo shoots, and probably wouldn’t roll out the pink or blue carpet for a fancy baby shower filled with games. I didn’t like attending them for the last 20 years, and I probably wouldn’t now.
For this introverted millennial, these ceremonies draw unwanted attention. It’s another thing to plan. Another group of people to entertain. Another set of expectations thrust upon me by society.
No, I’d much rather send the ultrasound pics via text and tell people the news over a small dinner. I’d wear the cute yet not over-the-top maternity clothes and take the normal everyday pictures that I’d take when not pregnant. And I’d post candid newborn pics on Facebook.
And it would still be the most beautiful, amazing, precious child, loved by all. Regardless of the fanfare.