FINDING OUT THE SEX

This has been the topic of much debate in my household for the last several weeks and even before we found out we were pregnant. The HG and I have very different views and have been at a loggerheads over the decision. He recently said he would go with whatever I decided I wanted to do but when I told him I wanted a surprise I could see the heartbreak written all over his face - he REALLY wants to find out. So I have changed my mind. Why? Well, the HG has been amazing throughout the last three years. He has been willing to do whatever I wanted in terms of treatment. If I told him he had to take Menevit tablets, he took them. He looked after me after my operations, after egg collections, when I cried and felt like my world was crashing down around me. And that's just in regards to the infertility. I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful he was when my mum died.

At the time we had been together for all of about two weeks. We had been hanging out as friends for about 4 weeks prior (taking things really slow given the circumstances) and he used to pick me up from the hospital and take me to his house and cook me a homecooked meal just so I wasn't eating hospital food all the time, even though the hospital was well out of the way from where he lived. At the time I felt like I was practically living at the hospital. When mum was admitted for the last time we had no idea she wouldn't be coming home at all but as things deteriorated and then she was moved to a hospice it became apparent we weren't going to have a miracle. The HG could have run the other direction - too many complications with this girl. But nope. He was amazing. When he got electrocuted (yep, he's got nine lives this one!) and was in the hospital hooked up on heart monitors just down the hall from my mum's cancer ward he didn't tell me because he didn't want to worry me. He was totally thrown in the deep end with my family, visiting the hospice while mum was on her death bed just so I could introduce him and then holding my hand throughout the funeral preparations and beyond. This is a man who had never met my family prior to this and had been in a realtionship with me for all of 2 weeks.

My mum died in July and by September he had proposed.

So, I have decided it is time for me to give something back and if he desperately wants to find out the sex of our baby at the 20 week scan (given that bubs decides to share!) so he feels he can bond and do up the nursery to his liking (he's a painter and decorator by trade and has a million ideas for a nursery) then so be it. After all, he has let me choose the names! But those dear bloggies, will remain a secret! Gotta have at least ONE surprise!