The long anticipated sex party results...

As mentioned earlier in the week, Trevor and I had to wait until arriving in Colorado to announce the sex of The Fetus. This was mainly because my mother was in Colorado on Wednesday and she desperately wanted to throw a sex party. Obviously, her being two states away put a damper on any immediate sex party plans, so we had to wait until arriving in Durango on Saturday to share the news.

This made certain people (i.e. my sister) very upset. Especially since she's been living with us for the last week, and was very aware that we knew the gender and just weren't sharing.

Complicating matters even more, the sex party couldn't get underway until two of my best girlfriends from college arrived from Los Angeles on Saturday evening. I think the suspense nearly did Amy in.

We tried to call ahead to Colorado and order a cake at a local grocer or bakery with either pink or blue icing hidden on the inside. However, most cakes (apparently) arrive already made and frozen from "elsewhere", and all the local bakeries in Durango have a one week minimum for special orders. Since waiting until Wednesday to make the announcement would most likely result in some sort of pronoun slip up (or Amy burning our house down), we opted for Grammy Pammy's brilliant Plan B.

Plan B called for Grammy Pammy to bake a cake and let it cool prior to our arrival on Saturday afternoon. Then, for Trevor and I to mix the secret color with white icing and hide it between the two layers of cake before covering the entire thing with thick chocolate icing.

The result:




Grammy Pammy supplied the cute, decorative elements to the top of the cake, which would later cause many of our friends back in Dallas to think we were giving birth to a duck and/or buying a property with a pond.

The cake barely made it until Peaches and Sarah C's arrival. In an effort to make sure there was no confusion, I over iced the middle layer. This resulted in a cake that appeared to be melting or slowly sliding apart. Every so many minutes, either Trevor or I would venture over to the cake to hide any areas where the interior icing revealed itself. By the end of the evening, we had a sex cake that was (at least) 2/3rds icing. It was a fantastic sugary mess.

And what sex did the cake ultimately reveal?

Why THIS, of course:

Please note the sticks that were used toward the end to keep the cake from sliding apart...

Of course, dear Auntie Mimi still managed to think it was a girl. But a quick phone call to Lampasas cleared up all confusion.

In case you are still confused, though: WE ARE HAVING A BOY!

My father was the first to find out the news. We called him right after the appointment and Trevor told him, "It is definitely a [G-Wink]! He is hung like a horse!"

This went a long way to sooth my nerves. Trevor had been so convinced that it was a girl for such a long time that I was worried he was disappointed (he got really quiet when the sono tech showed us the splayed open legs showcasing nothing but baby boy parts. Trevor's kid definitely isn't modest). But then he got so excited looking up Cowboys, Rangers and Mavericks onsies that I think all is right and well in the world.

Not that a baby girl wouldn't have had an ample amount of sports related clothing and paraphernalia (don't forget: mama played rugby), but...well, you know.

So, there you have it, folks! Buy blue!