Do you know what you’re having? Yes, we’ve narrowed it down to two – a girl or a boy. You know, I’m always so surprised how surprised people are when they learn we don’t know – and don’t want to know – whether come this May, our little Eli will get a brother or a sister. It’s funny too, because despite this self-imposed mystery, we do spend most of our days wondering, not so much out of a need to know, but out of that thrill of surprise. That thrill that can’t be recreated in any other way. More than anything, I’m surprised so many folks must find out the gender of their newborn the second it’s conceivable to know. We ask Eli all the time, does he want a baby brother or sister. He’s about 2 to 1, sister, by the way. And there’s no way for me to answer that question with any authority either. Do I want a son or daughter? The answer is yes, of course I do. And I can picture the family dynamic both ways. I never had a brother and would revel in the camaraderie sure to be born between two boys two years apart nearly to the day. I think it would be awesome to say things like, “my sons are in the backyard playing catch.” But on the other hand, I have a son. I don’t yet have a daughter. How could I declare my life anything but complete if I were to have a daughter three months from now? All boxes checked off, right? But the truth of the matter is, so long as we bring another happy, healthy, baby into this world, what ever could the gender really matter when all is said and done? And it’s no big mystery either – we’ve narrowed this grand question down to two choices – and in what other situation can one do that?