It's a secret.
I LOVE surprises. I love the good type of secrets. The type where there is planning. There is wanting. There is knowing you are going to make someone happy.
Truly, I'm a horrible secret keeper. I mean, not really. It's just hard to keep a secret. I can keep a secret until the end of time. Heck, I even had Harry Connick, Jr's credit card number for a few years. (I owned a gift company, his sister-in-law lived/lives in Boulder) See, I've kept that a secret for years.
When I was pregnant with Nolan. I didn't know if I was pregnant with a boy or girl. It actually drove everyone else more crazy than me. I remember answering the question: "What are you going to have?" = with the reply "kittens". "I get to know for the rest of my life". I don't want to find out early. I like surprises. I'll find out soon.
At the moment, just before he came out of my body - I remember, the doctor looked around the room. She says, "Now is your turn to guess." People in the office had guessed. People in the room guessed. She looks at his dad - he replies "no clue". I looked at her square in the eyes.
"It's a boy". Not a doubt in my mind.
He thinks that is why he likes surprises. He was a surprise.
Now, he has a surprise coming soon......Shhhh..... (he loves surprises)