Monday, October 02, 2006

Boy/Girl, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy: Determining the Sex of Our Twins

Going back to a previous post, I said that the first question people ask when you tell them you’re pregnant is “Do you know what you’re having?

Of course, my answer is usually “Well I’m hoping for a big screen, but odds are that it’ll be children.” This gets a polite smile, or sometimes a light laugh; both are usually drowned out by loud guffaws (I never get tired of that joke).

A week from tomorrow, we go in for our 20 week ultrasound (BTW, Ultrasound is a great name for a Soundgarden tribute band). Doc Tres told us that they would definitely be able to tell the twins’ sex at that time.

P.Pie really wants to know; I’m not so sure.

Hear me out.

When I was 13 or 14 and my sister, Tintin, was 8 or 9, and Christmas was six weeks away, we happened upon mom’s stash of Christmas presents at our fraternal grandparents’ house. Not one or two, but all of them.

And ‘happened upon’ is not the right term; ‘purposely hunted for’ is closer to the truth (‘maniacally sought after’ would also be correct).

The presents were all wrapped and ready to go. I felt a little like Indiana Jones in the opening scene of “Raiders of the Lost Ark”; I didn’t want to grab too fast, for fear of setting off a trap.

We went back to my grandmother’s desk, grabbed a letter opener and the scotch tape, and returned to the hall closet.

Carefully, with the skill and precision of a gifted surgeon, I slit open the first present, one labeled for Tintin. Cautious not to tear the wrapping or leave any signs that we had disturbed it, I re-taped her gift and opened one of mine. (the gift inside has long been forgotten; only the memory of the deed remains)

After two gifts, Tintin started to feel guilty and wanted to quit. I heckled her with such daunting barbs as “don’t be a baby” or the ever popular “bock, bock, bock”. But her mind was made up, she couldn’t be swayed.

I, on the other hand, was drunk with the thought of Christmas loot before Christmas. So the Jolly Roger waved on as I powered through all my gifts.

For the next six weeks, in my mind I played with those gifts and couldn’t wait to actually be able to use them.

But the funny thing was, when Christmas actually came, there was no thrill in opening the presents. In fact, the whole day was rather blasé. I already knew what I was getting; there was no surprise.

That Christmas was the last time I actively searched for presents.

Yes, finding out the sex of your twins is different.

People will argue that you need to know the sex for toys and clothes; and what about the nursery? They make tons of gender neutral clothes and toys, and I’ll do the same for the nursery.

Of course, part of me still wants to peel back the wrapping and take a look…

9 Comments:

Anonymous Kaz said...

I think the surpise is still there, it is just, "do we want it now, or later?"

whatever you do, do not let just one of you know. the secret will never last.

10/03/2006 10:22 AM  
Blogger Rob Barron said...

In the immortal words of Kool-Aid, "Oh Yeah!"

P.Pie can't keep a secret to save her life and I'm almost as bad.

10/03/2006 10:37 AM  
Anonymous Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

I have no patience, so of course I found out. Here is my theory: I was surprised when I found out I was having two babies. I was surprised when I found out they were a boy and a girl. I was surprised when I had to spend five weeks in the hospital before they were born. I was surprised the day the were born. I was surprised what they looked like. I was surprised what they sounded like. I was surprised what it was like when we brought them home. Fast forward to yesterday, I was surprised they went to bed without a fuss... and the surprises just keep coming.

While I totally respect other people's decisions to now know the sex of their children before they are born, just understand that it won't ruin the surprise. It is just one of thousands of surprises and it's just one you get hopefully at least 16 weeks early.

10/03/2006 2:07 PM  
Blogger Rob Barron said...

Very good point.

Actually, I've been looking for an excuse to change my mind.... this may be it.

10/03/2006 3:17 PM  
Anonymous Lolly/Golly said...

OOH, now your in trouble...Santa is never coming to see you again!!!

10/03/2006 4:23 PM  
Blogger Rob Barron said...

Wasn't my Christmas remorse enough?!

Or the fact that I have lived with this secret for almost a quarter of a century? Doesn't that count for anything?

10/03/2006 4:29 PM  
Blogger Anika said...

you don't know me I stumbled upon your blog, but I had to comment. My husband forced me to find out the sex of all three of our kids, I didn't want to. Haha on him though our first child hid his sex behind the umbilical cord and we never got a chance to find out. I must say it was just like Christmas the wondering and waiting. When he finally came, it was very cool not to have known. For the next one we found out, not nearly as exciting, and the third well I told him I didn't want to know and he said he did. So I left the room while the doctor told him and he wasn't supposed to tell me, we didn't even make it to the car. I know other people who did the he knows/she doesn't and it worked for them, they must not be as nosy as me. Anyways the moral behind the story is your kids will be beautiful no matter what, and a little extra waiting (if that's what you want) is so much more exciting.

10/03/2006 4:46 PM  
Blogger Rob Barron said...

Thanks for the words of encouragement!

10/03/2006 5:53 PM  
Blogger Annie (max & zadie's mom) said...

congratulations - our twins just turned 2...it's quite an amazing journey. Be sure to get your sleep in now :)

But really it is a whole lotta fun (and a whole pile of work).

annie in portland
http://maxzadie.blogspot.com/

10/18/2007 1:13 AM  

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