Alder's Tone

Firstly, it's not just us to consider. "Baby in Mummy's tummy" is becoming a common phrase at home. I'm not sure he knows exactly what it means, but having a listen when Wotsit is active is helping.

Walking from the train station to nursery in a morning usually involves a question:

"Do you want to walk or go on Daddy's shoulders?"
"Daddy's shoulders."

Or...

"Do you want to go on Daddy's shoulders or walk?"
"Walk"

It usually follows that the answer is the last option presented. We're trying this theory out with toilet training, and when it comes to sister or brother.

"Do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?"
"Baby sister"

So far, so good.

"Do you want a baby sister or a baby brother?"
"Baby sister"

D'oh!

Even when quizzed "Do you want a baby sister like Melissa or a baby brother like Daniel?" he'll respond "sister, Melissa". Well, that's that then.

The second point is the results that landed on the doormat. After the amniocentesis come the chromosome test results. And XX or XY is in there, no ultrasound scan doubts, no "it might not be guaranteed", this one is absolutely known. When MOTS got the phonecall for the verbal results she was asked - "Do you want to know?". And the negative response was respected. What we didn't expect was to be sent them anyway.

So there they sit, in an envelope marked "Do not open if you do not want to know the sex of your baby". Sealed. The contents known by the lab and the midwife who called. And there it sits.

Only last night I caught MOTS sat in the dark in the dining room looking at how to get into it without making it look like it had been opened. After a rebuff I took it, opened it, scrunched up some new sellotape and sealed it in a manner where it was obvious it had been opened, but would never be clear whether or not it has been looked at.

The temptation is there, and we have been told someone opened theirs on Christmas day. I just fancy leaving until until next March...