This time, I wanted to discover the answer to that question in a fun way. Perhaps a trip to an exotic place where John and I run up a long, grassy hill and some random person hands us an envelope at the top …like they do on The Amazing Race or something. Perhaps while dining at our favorite restaurant, pink or blue confetti drops out of the ceiling. Or I open a box and out pop a hundred balloons, all in the appropriate color which tell me whether this little human is a boy or girl.

As if a baby popping out of a woman’s body isn’t an exciting enough way to find out. Seriously, since when did we decide that finding out early is more thrilling than that?! When really all we end up doing is trying to re-create that ultimate experience. The excitement of seeing that head of hair and hearing the doctor say, “IT’S A…!”

Oh, but that would mean we have to wait. A whole nine months. And we can’t do that! I know I can’t. I can’t wait for nine months to know this important piece of information. I am just too bloomin curious. Plus, I always need another legit reason to throw a party. Especially in the middle of my pregancy. C’mon!

No, really.

How could I possibly go wrong with a baby gender reveal party?!

So I had one. And silly or ironic as it might be, I must say it was one of the funn-est things I’ve ever planned.

I decided to go with a “cravings” theme,  set against a backdrop of vintage whites and spring greens. Since that’s what I’m into these days. Yeah, I’m into cravings. They help balance my otherwise untempered, super-healthy eating habits.

I basically gathered up every single vintage thing I had in my house, plus a few borrowed items from my Mom, threw it all on a table with some not-so-gourmet-food, and called it a party!

Well. It wasn’t quite that easy. But I really did not have a lot of time to put it together, since I had been stuck in a raging snow storm for three days (literally!) at the beginning of the week, and couldn’t do anything with party plans. AT ALL. But that’s another story for another time.

I had about two and a half days to dream this one up. So I mostly worked with what I had on hand. Now, before you even begin to feel a sense of dilemma for me, let me remind you that I have alot of stuff! I keep “stuff” for this reason. There’s a big old tote full of ribbon in my closet at all times, just for this kind of thing!

With a only a little last-minute help from hobby lobby and a willing hubby, it came together very quickly. Alright, so I sorta conned him into cutting out like twenty mustaches, by hand. What can I say?! I’m creative and he’s helpful. It works out really well in these kinds of situations. LOVE you, baby. (Btw, the mustaches looked great!)

Along with the food and drinks, I set up a small station in the entryway, where guests could vote on what they think this baby is. HE or SHE? At the end I drew a name out of the “winning” jar, and that person got a small prize.

This is Team “HE.”

And this is Team “SHE.” (Notice how I am confidently propped in the middle of this one!)

We talked and laughed and ate in delightful anticipation.

I built up the suspense with a couple of fun things like this “Cravings Quiz.” A silly little test in which there are no “right” answers (yeah. that’s my kind of test!) since it’s completely based on old wives’ tales. We still chose a “winner” cuz you know. It’s just more fun that way!

And then…finally the moment we were all anticipating! The grand reveal! Aka: that moment when someone bites into a pink or blue filled cake pop, and we all scream with giddy excitement at the news of my baby’s gender!

I wanted us all to be surprised (including me and the “baby daddy!”) at the same time, so my mom made all of the cake pops white, except for two. She then squirted some pink coloring in one and blue in the other and kept those separate from the others. We gave the ultrasound results along with the two colored cake pops to my bro-in-law, Lamar, who then snuck the corresponding one into the mix, when we weren’t watching!

Even though this was mostly a ladies’ event, and he was having cave time with some dudes in the basement, we brought Huzbun in for the actual reveal. Aaahhh. Can you feel the suspense yet??

Of course my long-time friend, Truly, was the lucky one to bite into a blue cake pop. Yes, I said “BLUE!”

Apparently IT’S A BOY!

And apparently my visions and intuition were slightly off, on this one.

“It’s a boy?” I exclaim!

I am stoked and terrified.

Mostly stoked. “I need a little more testosterone in my life!” I gasp with joy.

Yaayy!

Now at least I have a few more months to think and worry about how I am going to raise a man-child.

And maybe, just maybe…I won’t spend the rest of this pregnancy calling the poor him a “she.”

Yaaaayyyyy!

Thank God for ultrasounds.

And thank God for gender reveal parties!