The Mister (after every reference to Cricket ever made...): "Cricket is a boy."
Me, finally addressing the baby elephant in the room: "You know, Mattie, there is a 50/50 chance that this child is a girl. And if it is- what are you going to do about that?!?"
The Mister, very matter-of-factly: "Why, we'll put her up for adoption."
Okay. So you have to know that Matt is kinda hilarious like that- I am pretty sure he wouldn't put his own daughter up for adoption (I think!) but STILL.
I began to suspect that it might be wise to forego the tradition of not-finding out the gender this go-round in order to give him an opportunity to warm up to the fact that he was having a girl, should that be necessary.
So we found out! Or, at least, *I* found out. And as soon as I found out, well, then I knew. Sounds crazy, I know, but it was a weird sort of sadness- not needing to anticipate and wonder anymore. I decided at that appointment that in order to keep some of the extra anticipation and excitement around, I would tell everyone in a super secret, special sort of way. But a girl can only keep a secret from EVERY.SINGLE.PRYING.PERSON for so long so a week later we invited family over to a gender reveal party.
(Despite the fact that when someone from Matt's work found out, they said we are too old to have a gender reveal party! whaaha haha.)
I chose a way that would speak to Matt's heart in a very special way. By blowing something up.
I can now add bomb-maker to my list of credentials. (Chill out FBI... gender reveal bombs are a thing nowadays. Don't add me to some watch list. Pleaseandthankyou.)
Tannerite (I am girl. I don't know what tannerite is or how it works. I just know it somehow goes BOOM!) mixed with a ton of chalk powder and you have yourself a fancy shmancy gender reveal with a bang!
Here are a few photos from that little geriatric shin-dig, mostly blurry and overexposed because I had my camera settings wrong throughout most of the party.
|a million meringues|
|I had a taco bar-but you can't tell here since most of the food wasn't out at this point.|
|For posterity, not for clarity.|
|I hung up pictures of all our children, us and our parents. Hilariously, Matt guessed every one of our children wrong! In his defense- we do seem to only make one model.|
|This would be Cricket at 24ish weeks.|