April 15, 2011

If You Give A Baker An Ultrasound

ultrasound_cakewreck.jpg
"Little girl socks or blue building blocks?"

The pink ruffle hegemony, 600,000 aborted girls/year in India, cake-based gender reveal parties...

Oh, ultrasound, is there any prenatal cultural disaster you're not responsible for?

Seriously, people. Gender cake parties. Where you give the sealed results of your ultrasound to your baker, who bakes your kid's gender into a cake--pink for girls, blue for boys--for you to cut into and discover. Together. With friends and family assembled.

In our childbirth class at the hospital, there was one half of one couple who did not know the gender of their fetus--the dad knew, and was not telling the mom, even though he was kind of hinting at what it was to any and everybody else. It was the poorest judgment I've ever seen applied to the "do you find out?" decision1 issue--until now.

Let Them Eat Baby! The Terrifying New Practice Of The Cake Gender Reveal [theawl]
285 results and counting for "Gender Reveal" [youtube]
Womb With a View [top image via cakewrecks]

1 obviously does not compare to gender-based fetal culling on a continental scale.

5 Comments

that is amazing, i find out the sex in 6 weeks and could not be more excited. congrats! my first kid is going to be born nov 1-ish, just trying to learn all i can before the big day.
thanks!
Sven

When did gender become such a big deal? It's a baby. We were the "we don't want to know until they are born" kinda family, so maybe I'm biased, but this kinda skeeves me out.

Hilarious. Do you think the baby boy seated next to the cake starting crying at the perceived insult to his sex? Okay, I suppose it was just the sudden raucous shouting that caused the tears.

I think this is emblematic of the growing phenomenon of introducing more and more climactic experiences into the milestones of adulthood to stave off the feeling that you are leading a hum drum life. Thus: out of control wedding extravaganzas where the event overshadows any thought of the marriage itself; "birth plans" in which the event takes on greater importance than the end-result of having a healthy child and *the whole rest of your life* with that child.

Don't get me wrong. I relished finding out the sex of our first child as much as I relished seeing his four-chambered heart and normally formed brain -- because it helped me begin to envision life to come. But it was a wonderful private moment with my husband and ultrasound tech, with no artificial build-up to coat the emotion in sticky sweet sugar-fluff.

Apparently parents can't have fun with learning the gender of their baby.

I'll keep that in mind. Parenthood: NO FUN ALLOWED.

Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Thank you for putting it more clearly than I've ever been able to do.

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