The ideas, attitudes, or activities that are regarded as normal or conventional; the dominant trend in opinion, fashion, or the arts.
From pregnancy activities to interest of homeschooling, all my choices in motherhood are due in large part to because everyone is, well, not doing it. In addition to creepily rubbing my pregnant womb, strangers and especially well-meaning friends would offer their advice – generally unwanted, of course. “Normal” has evolved into ignoring the biological and instinctual cues as parents for the sake of conforming or convenience.
Here’s my experience with shit mainstream people say about…
Finding out the sex of your baby.
Well, don’t you want to know so you can [insert superficial reason]?
BabyCenter says, “Sixty-four percent of mothers-to-be in a BabyCenter poll said they wanted to find out the sex of their baby ahead of time, while the rest preferred to wait.” They go on to say that there are actually ‘benefits.’ As in it’s somehow physically beneficial and emotionally rewarding to discover the sex before the big finale.
Benefits of finding out:
- Many women say they feel a deeper bond with their baby once they know the sex and can picture a little boy or girl.
- You can prepare an older sibling for the arrival of a new little brother or sister.
- You can narrow down your list of baby names.
- You can pick out a gender-specific nursery theme or baby clothes, if you want to.
Hm. I don’t know about you but those reasons are really insulting. The moments I had to take three naps in a day just to function in my first trimester is the best bonding I could get with this new little fetus. Humnoy? He could give two shits about a little brother or sister because he’s more interested in the two milky things up above my belly. Names, I sorta understand but I’m really unconventional with my kid(s) names anyway but come on, narrow that shit down to a Top 3 list. Gender-specific clothing? Oh, the 3-4 changes of clothes in a day that newborns shit and spit up on. I don’t care if he’s wearing a clown costume, the least of my worries is if his nursery is going to be baseballs or pink unicorns. If you’re going to get us anything, please make sure it’s tons of nursing pads and shit I picked for my registry.
Now, before you think I’m saying it’s ridiculous you found out your baby’s sex, please know that we did too the first time! This time, I want this. I want a true element of surprise because, after all, isn’t life so lacking of them now? What with all these advancements in our daily life, we can find out the weather for the next month, cars can detect what’s in your blind spot, and view thousands of profile pictures before ever meeting someone. The one thing I can control throughout this unforeseen journey inside of me is this legitimate surprise on the day he or she decides to appear. I’m not Team Pink, Team Blue, or even Team Green (really?). I’m just patiently waiting for Team Baby to make this family more full and happier.