When SteelyKid was FutureBaby, we did not find out the sex: it was known because we had chromosome tests, but we asked them not to tell us. But I apparently looked exactly the stereotype of someone having a boy, to the point where complete strangers would look at me and say, "so, you're having a boy?"

One of those complete strangers was one of the nurses at my doctor's. Which caused me a morning of that same kind of possibilities-closed-off feeling that you express, until Chad convinced me it was small talk and not something she saw in the chart.

(We asked about the sex with FutureSibling, now the Pip, because somehow it felt like the right thing, but we didn't tell anyone.)