"Are you going to find out the gender?" It's one of the most common questions you're asked when pregnant.
At 31 weeks pregnant with our third child, we have a few friends who are going insane because we don't know what our baby's gender is. This brings me joy, because that's the kind of friend I am.
It's a divisive topic. Some people want to know, others don't.
In my first two pregnancies, I was so anxious I didn't want to find out because I convinced myself that if I did, the loss we would feel should anything happened to our babies would be so much greater.
I know now this is ridiculous - nothing would lessen that blow.
Maybe it was my way of keeping some distance to something that was taking over my life in that time of huge change. Plus, I felt like it would be a reward for me to be surprised with the gender after all the hard work of childbirth.
But in truth, I couldn't have cared less what I'd given birth to in those moments when the midwives encouraged me to look to see what our babies were.