Two Cents Worth – Not a fan of the waiting game

Two Cents Column

Two Cents Column

My wife decided very early on that we wouldn’t learn the sex of our expected baby. She wanted it to be a surprise. As I’ve told you, this is driving me insane. I’m a planner and its hard to plan when you don’t know if you should be planning for blue or for pink.

I’ve been told by more than a few people that its great that we’re waiting. That there are so few surprises left and that its so exciting to wait. I’ve been asked “You wouldn’t want to spoil your Christmas surprises, would you?”

Here’s my issue now. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t know whether we’re having a boy or girl until the baby comes (which, as of the writing of this column, has not happened yet). But, unlike Christmas, I don’t have an end time to look forward to. At least with Christmas gifts, I know that once I make it to around 8 to 9 a.m. on December 25, I’ll find out what is in that box under the tree. This baby? Shoot. Could be today… could be tomorrow… supposed to be Wednesday the 18th…

If there’s two things I’ve never been good at dealing with its change and waiting. I’m very impatient and this labor waiting game is the worst.

Now lets go back to the gender mystery for a moment. I had no idea there were so many old wives tales surrounding pregnancy.

“She’s craving beef and spicy food,” I’m asked. “It’s a boy.”

“The baby is riding high like a basketball under her shirt,” they inquire. “It’s a girl.”

“Has Laura been extra moody and irritable,” he asked. Carefully I thought about it and said no. “It’s a boy,” he told me confidently.

The reasons have been as all over the map as they have been plentiful. Some things have even meant both genders, depending on who was asking at the time.

For the record, my money is on a boy. I really don’t have a good reason for saying so, but Laura and I both agreed early on that it felt like it was going to be a boy. Laura had a dream a bit back that it turned out to be a calico kitten. So I guess as long as its a human being, I’ll be happy.

Oh, and calico cats are nearly always female. So it must be a girl, right?