I’ve heard people call them “Sex Parties”, but ours was know as the “It’s a…” party. Not a soul knew the sex of the baby save the ultrasound technician who “checked the box” on the pre-made card before sealing it up tight (if you must know, I fell asleep during the majority of the ultrasound which Todd says highlights the difference between having your first and your fourth child).
We held an informal BBQ for friends, family and neighbors with tons of food, hydrangeas from the yard, a guessing game with a candy prize, and a brainstorming sheet for baby names (my favorites: “Magnus Thuglor” and “Princess Leia”). Some of our friends surprised us by bringing cute pink & blue question mark cupcakes (with the alternating color cake inside) as their potluck dessert which totally added to the ambience.
We kept ourselves and our invited guests in suspense for a while until we finally decided it was time to rip open the envelope to finally reveal the sex of baby #4.