An AP writer, who is a friend of ours, wrote a story about how he and his wife found out and shared with their friends the gender of their first child – with a “sex party.”
Greg Bluestein and his wife Sheryl had the ultrasound technician write the gender on the baby’s picture and then stick it an envelope. A friend of theirs took the envelope to the grocery store where a baker created a cake with either pink or blue icing on the inside.
“Our guests started coming over that Saturday night around 7, and two shoes greeted them in our foyer. We asked them to write their names on a slip of paper and tuck it into my giant loafer if they think it’s a boy and Sheryl’s slender stiletto if they think it’s a girl. One lucky winner would take home a prize — a gag gift of baby oil brought by one of the guests.”
“Over the next few hours, about 50 friends gorged on a dozen pizzas and guzzled down some beer until it was time for dessert. Then we all gathered in our kitchen in front of the massive sheet cake, giving our guests a brief reminder of the import of the moment.”
“Anticipation mounted as we eyed the icing. We slowly cut into a cake, separating a piece.”
“I looked. Sheryl looked. I wasn’t quite sure. I checked again. She checked again.”
“Cheers echoed through the house as we saw the pink icing.”
“It’s a girl!”
Greg and his wife aren’t the only parents finding out this way. There are actually bakers that specialize in doing cakes this way. So it must be catching on.
I love the idea of sharing the gender of the baby with all your friends at once, and I love the suspense of having to cut into the cake to find out. But I don’t think I would want to find out in front of all my friends and family. I think I would want time to deal with the emotion of what I was having with my husband and not with an audience.
What do you guys think of the idea of the “sex party?” What do you think about finding out what the sex of the baby is in front of all your friends? What do you think about telling everyone together – not giving your parents preferential treatment? What do you think about using the secret icing to reveal the gender? (I think I would want to check the envelope again after cutting the cake just to make sure I didn’t have an overworked, mischievous, or dumb baker.)