We talked about a moment in hypothetical future in which our fetus is alive!
As I said yesterday, thus far the talk in our house has been all I hope this ultrasound reveals a live fetus! BUT…yesterday Mr. Bunny asked when you can find out the sex of your fetus, and he was so endearing about it (prefaced with a hundred caveats about how we’re not there yet, and it’s too soon to talk about this stuff and etc., etc.) that instead of agreeing that it is indeed waaaay too early to talk about such things and scowling at him, I told him the answer. Then he asked me if I wanted to know, should we get to that point. Years ago this topic came up and I’m pretty sure he said he’d want to find out, whereas I like the mystery, so any time I’ve allowed myself to contemplate the idea, I wondered how we’d handle it. Turns out he wants to do whatever I want to do. Sweet. Problem solved. I said, It’s one of natures best surprises, why find out early? He said, It’s got to be one or the other so it’s not that big of a surprise. Then I delivered a lecture on intersexuality. That ought to shut him up for a while.
Still, this was a big moment for us, and I hope we are not punished for daring to think beyond the 21st.