The Big Reveal

I read an article this weekend about a new phenomenon sweeping through the world of pregnant women. It's called gender reveal parties.

Apparently, when a pregnant woman gets her ultrasound and the sex of the baby is determined, the ultrasound technician writes down the sex, puts it in a sealed envelope, and hands it over to a pre-designated confidante who promises not to reveal the sex to anyone, except the local baker.

The local baker then makes a cake and uses filling that is either pink or blue depending on the sex of the baby. Sounds cute, right? Even looks good.

The cake, and baby sex, is revealed at a big party for family and friends. This party can be held in conjunction with the traditional baby shower or all on its own. If you'd like to have more male attendees, perhaps having a separate gender reveal party would be better. There is, after all, a lot of betting on the sex of the baby at these parties.

Maybe these parties have been around for a few years already, but I'm an old-fashioned mamma. I didn't even have a baby shower, never mind a gender reveal party. But then again, any reason for another piece of cake is okay in my book. Eat up, mommies!