Sex Is On My Mind

The sex of the baby, of course. (See what I did there?)

Today, in a matter of hours, we hopefully will find out whether or not we’re having a boy or girl. For a while, I tried to decide which one I would prefer. Then I realized that was a fruitless exercise. There’s always a 50/50 chance, and I don’t want to be disappointed by hoping the coin was flipped the other way.

If it’s a girl, my wife gets to have bows and pink dresses in her life. I know that will make her happy, no matter how much she says she doesn’t care either way.

If it’s a boy, Miles will have a playmate and friend for life. Plus there will be less money spent and less drama. (Let’s just be honest.)

Finding out the sex will, of course, make this all too real. Yes, it’s become more real in increments thus far. (See Caroline’s ever expanding waistline.) But knowing the sex means we stop referring to the baby as “it” and start calling it “he” or “she.” And that’s just one step removed from having a name.

The name itself is going to be important this time around. I want to use it to get Miles excited about becoming a big brother, but it’s going to make this new addition to our family real for everyone – especially me. I’ve been so lost in the world of business lately, both personal and professional, I rarely have had time to stop and process the expansion of our family. When your head is spinning in mortgage documents, a life-changing event happening in six months doesn’t take precedent.

My wife and I are trying to come up with a fun way to reveal the gender to all of you. So stay tuned for a big announcement coming. Exciting stuff!

How has your week gone so far?

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