The time has arrived. The mini chalkboards guests that are urging vote whether you’re having a girl or boy is up. The display detailing old wives’ tales is prepared. In addition to red and blue cookies, balloons, and candy all marked with white concern markings come in their places that are rightful.
Visitors start to show up and butterflies flutter. Or—wait—was that the kick through the small one baking in your range? Ow! Positively a kick.
A buddy you’ve understood since twelfth grade takes one have a look at you, now seven-and-a-half-months pregnant, clicks her teeth, and claims definitively, “It’s a lady.” She walks up to the chalkboard to vote as you allow a sigh out. You’ve been told it’s easier to have child, because they’re just easier.
You start to feel everyone’s curious minds and hungry eyes for you, and you also realize it is time. Everybody else waits for you yourself to bite to your cupcake. This time around, the butterflies are real. Please allow it to be blue. (more…)