This statement was supposedly uttered (although it was never proven) by Marie Antoinette and it made her very unpopular. That may be my fate as well. I will start by clarifying that I love babies, pregnant people, ultrasound pictures, baby pictures, baby showers and even the “sprinkle” people throw for the lady having her 3rd child. I’ll buy you a present and celebrate your happiness any day of the week without a single eye-roll, or snide remark. Honestly, the cake or cupcake I get in return is enough. I really love dessert, so when I show up with a present, I feel that getting cake in return is a fair trade. That is why the statement I am about to make is so strange to me…I will skip the blue or pink cake.
That may seem harsh, but this new trend I see growing momentum out there, where you throw yet another party at the 18 to 20 week mark to unveil the sex of your fetus is a bit much. What’s wrong with posting the ultrasound picture pointing to the tiny genitalia? What happened to the good ol’ Facebook update? Or an email for crying out loud? When I was expecting my daughter, I sent an email and it was super fun and I got so many great notes back!
It’s hard enough to carve out time to get a shower gift, show up at the shower, then make a dinner and drop off the obligatory your baby is the best baby in the world present post delivery. Do we really need to throw more party into the mix? I realize that this milestone is the most exciting thing in the world for you and your husband, maybe even your immediate family. This unveiling kicks off the naming game; you can now pick out room décor and clothes and for many that is when the fun really begins! Knock yourself out. Just do so without the party and color-coded cake.
I am sure many will vehemently disagree, but I know my cousin Lynn agrees, because she tried to convince me that learning the sex of my baby at the 18 week ultrasound would rob me of the greatest gift I would ever receive. So at least maybe the folks who don’t learn the sex of the baby at all will join my anti-cake coalition. Or maybe I go down in history like poor Marie Antoinette, despised and misquoted. Time will tell.