I am just back from attending an afternoon party. That has kept me off the blog most of the day, hence my lack of attention to the posts of those of you I follow.
I will try to catch up tomorrow.
The purpose of the outdoor celebration was a ‘Gender Reveal’. One of my step-daughters has a baby due next January. This morning, she paid for a private 3-D scan at a clinic, and was given a black balloon. Inside this balloon we would find either pink glitter, or blue, depending on the sex of the baby. When all the twenty-four guests had arrived, everyone gathered around, camera phones at the ready. The balloon was duly popped, and pink glitter showered the lawn, to the cheers and delighted exclamations of all there.
As she already has a small boy, (he popped the balloon) she had been hoping for it to be a girl, and was suitably thrilled at the result.
We were also shown the scan photos, which she had to pay for of course. Then those same photos put inside key rings, (also paid for) and a recording of the baby’s heartbeat placed inside a soft-toy rabbit, which we could hear when the bunny was squeezed. That alone was a cool £25.
Gender reveal parties are new to me. I suspect they are an import from America, like so many things here now. I’m not complaining, and nobody else was either. Happiness, friends and family, that was what it was all about today. Now lots of suitable baby girl clothing will be purchased, along with girl-friendly toys too, I have no doubt. The hot topic of discussion was the chosen name, but that had not been decided upon by the time we left.
This seems to be a long way from fathers sitting in waiting rooms, anticipating the arrival of a nurse to tell them “It’s a boy!” (Or girl) In the age of supposed ‘Gender Fluidity’, it also shows that lots of people want to keep things traditional. Even if that tradition is brand new.
Congratulations to my step-daughter, and to her boyfriend.
Normal service on this blog will resume some time on Monday.