To know or not to know?

14 weeks and 2 days

In a month or so I will be having my 20 week scan and can potentially find out the gender of our baby.

D is adamant he wants to know. Nay! He needs to know....

Me? Meh... All my life I've said I didn't want to know, that whatever I had I would be happy and as such I just don't need to know. In fact, waiting 9 months to find out what we're having just adds to the excitement of finding out.

D however is very impatient in all aspects of life and needs to know at the first possible opportunity. I can't see why it's so important to know as I don't believe in traditional gender attire and decor. Girls do not have to wear pink. So whats the benefit to knowing really?

Someone recently suggested to me that we could just go down the beige route... *shudder* I couldn't think of anything worse. I need colour in my life, and our baby will be surrounded by colour.

For me, I want bright colours around our child, greens, blues, reds and oranges. And really, in those first few weeks as they grow so much does it really matter what they're wearing?

The whole argument may well be redundant however if baby keeps it's legs crossed!

Did you find out? Would you find out? Why? I'd be interested to hear other people's experiences...

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