So, it turns out, they really WILL give you an envelope, if you ask nicely. I honestly didn't think they would do such a thing. I was joking when I asked, but the technician didn't laugh hysterically like I thought he would, and the next thing I know he's writing it down and sealing it in an envelope for me.
So now the sex of baby #2 is sitting in an envelope on my nightstand in my bedroom, calling my name. And it is requiring me to summon amounts of willpower I didn't even know I had.
I mean, this isn't just "I'd really like a piece of that cheesecake, but I shouldn't," willpower. Or "my legs hurt and my lungs are burning, but I only have half a kilometre left to go" willpower. Or even "you don't need that epidural, you just have to get through a few more hours, and then it's all over" willpower.
This is: THE SEX OF MY UNBORN BABY IS SITTING IN THAT ENVELOPE AND I CAN'T OPEN IT! willpower.
I don't know how you fight that. Maybe I'll go find some cheesecake. Cheesecake solves everything, right?
1 comment:
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! It's calling to me from all this far away. You are a VERY strong woman - I bow down to you...
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