Over the past several months, many people have inquired about Peanut’s gender. Most were simply trying to make small talk; a few were more pushy. Through it all, we’ve kept our silence, even as various friends have tried to dissect every potential mis-statement (or not), blog or photo posting, or Facebook status. It can get pretty wearing, to be honest. Day after day, week after week, to hear that knowing “a-ha!” when we use a gendered pronoun (always referring to someone else in the conversation), to see people glancing at Sarah’s belly to judge just how a boy or a girl should be carrying.
Well I, for one, have had enough. I’m ruining the surprise.
Those of you who think Peanut is a boy: you are correct.
Those of you who think Peanut is a girl: well, I’m sorry, but … oh, heck, you’re correct too!
That’s right.
Twins.
You know how when you open a peanut shell there are two inside? Same deal here.
In just a few short weeks we’ll be welcoming one of each, our own little Barack and Michelle, into our home. And to be honest, I feel better now that we’re announcing it to the world. If we’d managed to hold in that little secret all the way through April, we sure would have felt silly. Some might even say foolish.
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