Oh, keep it a secret fo sho. I love the anticipation and avoiding a ton of gendered newborn items, too.
There are so few surprises left these days, everything can be known at the drop of a hat, with the click of a button. I like to leave a few mysteries intact.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I do remember feeling like it would have been easier to connect to my unborn baby if I could call it a he or a she, instead of the horrible “it”, like it were some inanimate object instead of a living, breathing being who would soon become my favourite person in the world. (We really need to get on a gender-neutral pronoun like those clever Swedes!)
I am also literally counting down the days until I can have another. Our midwife said that our babies have to be at least 24 months apart in order for doctors to let me to try for a natural birth next time, (due to having had a c-section with Olive). Our experience with Olive has been incredible, and I can not wait to see this sweet girl as an older sister, she will be so lovely. As soon she turns 15 months, project The Steve begins.