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I learned a new expression from a our site Community thread. Apparently, expectant parents who don't find out their baby's gender refer to themselves as Team Green.
It took me a minute to figure out that green referred to the color everyone defers to when they don't know a baby is going to be a boy or a girl. Green happens to be my favorite color. But that's not why I didn't want to know the sex of my babies before they arrived. No, I had many other reasons for choosing blissful ignorance:
1. It's fun
I enjoyed the not knowing. Sure, I was crazy with curiosity, but in the very best kind of crazy way.
2. There are so many beautiful shades of green
As long as it isn't neon or forest, I believe you can never have too much green. I don't feel that way about pink or blue.
3. It drives people crazy
I enjoyed how much "not knowing" annoyed my co-worker. She could not understand how I could go day after day without knowing. "How can you stand it? I just don't get people like you," she would say, shaking her head, as she walked, defeated, out of my office and back to hers.
4. It brings out the fortune teller in everyone
I loved all the guessing that a baby bump inspires-- the ridiculous gender-predicting games, the wives tales, the needle and thread and Chinese-chart games, the bump shape predictions, the morning sickness and heartburn analysis. All of these attempts to try to know that which cannot be known and tame that which cannot be tamed are a great form of entertainment for an otherwise painfully-dull 10 months.
5.Not knowing puts off the pre-natal gender stereotyping and gender-specific marketing
Whenever I talked to my babies in utero, I called them both Sweet Baboo, and read them Mike Mulligan's Steam shovel as often as I read them Eloise. If it's true what they say about pre-birth gender talk, why start all the gender socialization any sooner than necessary. It was also nice to avoid being inundated with "gender appropriate" clothes and toys. The inevitable influx of pink or blue, trucks or Groovy Girls, can always come later.
6. You pay more attention to your dreams
I wrote down the craziest pregnancy dreams--including one in which I was swimming with brightly-colored frogs-- and was convinced that the secret of my baby's sex was hidden somewhere within them.
7. It's a great distraction during labor and delivery
After close to ten months of discomfort, followed by hours and hours of Pitocin contractions, and then during that inevitable transition period where I threatened to call it all off and go home, imagining hearing the words, "It's a boy!" or "It's a girl!" was about all I had left to go on.
As for me, I heard "It's a girl!" twice and that moment is still one of my most vivid memories of each experience.
I could be like my co-worker and say I don't "get" people who find out their baby's sex. But that wouldn't be true. I do understand why some people want and need to know. Not everyone is an ignorance-is-bliss type. I don't judge them for that. But I do, admittedly, find it somewhat anti-climactic to know not only the sex, but the name of a baby before it is even born:
"It's a boy! His name is Walker!" "Hurray....but you already told me that two months ago."
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