Perhaps one of the more exciting phases of pregnancy is coming up in just a few hours... our baby will finally reveal himself/herself as a boy or a girl, and we will finally be able to make the following choices:
- Finalize our baby name
- Decide on the appropriate color scheme for the nursery
- Begin to purchase baby clothes appropriate to his/her gender
- Do away with the oh-so-limited choices of either yellow or purple (Chinese moms automatically suggest these two colors as safe colors for both a boy and a girl---)
Note: It is forbidden to reveal an unborn baby's gender in China... I know...PREPOSTEROUS!
Also, purple and yellow reminds me of the traditional Filipino rice cake dessert "sapin-sapin" which though is not bad tasting, is cheap and nothing but a lot of food coloring covering mashed rice. And I certainly don't want to be reminded of this mashed rice disguised in a colorful masquerade party every time I see our baby's things. Plus, I just don't have a sweet tooth. I have quite a salty tooth actually, if that term exists at all..
Does this mean that if I were to be stuck with a purple and yellow scheme, that we would have to pair it with a green bed sheet as well??? (such as above) Oh, Lord help us...
If our baby turns out to be a girl, she might be named: Sophie* Anne
And if he turns out to be a boy, he will be named: Oliver Markus
*Our Parisian flatmate has contested the validity of this name pairing, as most French like to contest and argue about most things, and has stated matter of factly that "Sophie" is supposed to be a middle name, not a first name, as is the custom in France. Well, we are neither French nor will ever be one, so I suppose we could make our own rules... :)
...and my number one rule is, no ambiguous color schemes that resemble cheap artificial-color-laden rice desserts. :p It is just too much for my gestational diabetes (perhaps more on that later)
Lastly, my husband and I have made a bet. When he learned that I will be visiting my OB Gyne today in Manila (where, like the rest of the world, we are allowed to know our unborn baby's gender), he said "Oh you know what that means?" (No...what?) "That means it is our last chance to make a bet on whether our baby is a girl or a boy!" Right. How can I forget this crucial bit?
Since I have been getting a lot of kicks (the ones that remind me of David Beckham), I am betting that our baby will be a boy. I might have also seen a teeny something jutting out in-between our baby's legs that the Shanghainese sonographer hurriedly tried to glaze over, and which my husband may have missed. So a boy it is, for me. And because of this, obviously there wouldn't be a bet if my husband bet that our baby would be a boy, too, right?? He therefore bet on/ " was surreptitiously "assigned" to bet on our baby being a girl. The prize, if I win, is that he finds a good-paying job in the IT sector that can take advantage of his Big Data market research training with IBM. Should he win, I shall cook a lovely dinner for him (which of course I can partake in, as well, he was quick to add).
Sounds like a pretty fair deal to me. My journey to motherhood has indeed arrived.
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