I mentioned in a previous post about how my mother was against finding out the gender of our baby.
She changed her mind.
She went shopping and found a quilt she loved and had to buy it in blue and pink because she doesn’t know the gender.
She came to me and said “I don’t know if I can afford to buy everything in both colours just incase.”
“We just won’t tell your father.”
This made me laugh. Like roll around laughing. Mainly because I had just gone through all this stress about how I wanted to be prepared and find out. And like a week later she comes to me saying she wants to know. I don’t really see what the big deal is about keeping it all secret anyway. Either way it’s going to be their first grandchild, and they won’t love it any less if they know its gender before it’s born. Any way. Such a relief. Now I can tell her without her cracking the shits at me.