Signed, Sealed, Not Delivered...

Today we had an appointment to find out the sex of little bambino number two. This was a big deal because we didn't find out with Indio and it drove everyone crazy. Totally crazy. No one likes to buy sage or buttercup yellow outfits apparently. Thinking that knowing the gender would be cool and practical for this baby, I thought finding out and throwing a simple little gender reveal party for our families would be fun. That was before discovering that schedules didn't jive and we were looking at a June reveal. With the prospect of not finding out sooner I was threatened with physical harm and called nasty names if I actually held out that long before simply revealing it over the phone (seriously, what kind of people do that? Our families.) So today we took in an envelope and decided not to find out ourselves until we had a resolution to this silly little quandary.

The only picture that gives away the gender is in that envelope...sealed and stapled.

Here's how the prediction methods are going:

• Chinese calendar = girl
• Mayan predictor = girl
• No morning sickness = boy
• Indio = Tells us about his baby sister (he doesn't even know about the baby yet, so not sure what he is talking about)
• Wives tales = Mixed, but similar to my first pregnancy, so we'll call that for boy

Or we could just open up that envelope and know for sure.