It may look like she just got out of the shower. She didn't. Her hair is actually enveloped in a combination of sweat and 1980's hair product. She hasn't bathed in days and smells like a dump truck.
We find out the gender next Friday. Needless to say, we can't wait. It never ceases to amaze me how many people ask the question, "Are you going to find out if it is a boy or girl?" and then, upon being given an affirmative response, say "Don't you want to be surprised?"
I really wish it was socially acceptable to respond, "Do you know what 'surprised' means?" One is surprised when one acquires information that one did not have a greater than 50% probability of expecting. Given that we have no more than a 50% expectation of either gender, the discovery of whether our child has a haha or an inverted haha will, by definition, be a surprise regardless of when we find out. Waiting until the birth moment makes it no more or no less of a surprise. I'm glad we had an opportunity to clear this up.
Additionally, I think it is better we keep our surprises, such as what it feels like for E or looks like for me when the newest Schwartz comes racing down the birth canal, to a minimum when the baby is born. Given the physical and emotional stress beautiful gravity of the moment, it is probably best we learn if our child has zero or two sex organs well in advance. Like next Friday.
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