No matter the outcome, our journey to parenthood is a beautiful one!
Tickled pink or baby blue, we're overjoyed to share the news with you!
Popping bottles for the gender reveal... soda bottles, that is!
Pop the confetti, it's time to see if it's a he or she!
Painting dreams in shades of pink, soon our daughter's face we'll link.
The big reveal is almost here... and so are the cupcakes!
Wrapped in pink, our hearts in sync, soon our daughter we'll welcome and wink.
Bubblegum dreams or superhero themes, soon we'll know our baby's schemes!
Ready to find out if I'll be playing with dolls or trucks!
Girlish giggles or a little guy's wiggles, soon our home will be filled with giggles!
The idea of 'gender' has come to seem as redundant as it is dangerous.
The suspense is real, but our love is even greater!
Team bows or team balls, soon we'll know which one calls.
Ready to welcome the newest member of the squad, whichever team they're on!
Wrapped in pink or wrapped in blue, the anticipation is overdue!
The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.
A sprinkle of pink, a dash of blue, soon we'll reveal what's in our view.
Pink or blue, we'll soon know, it's a delightful girlish show.
Gender is a construct, a series of acts, a doing, a performance, a belief.
A little lady or a bouncing boy, soon we'll be filled with joy!
The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.
Whispers of lace, dreams of grace, our little girl soon takes her place.
Sugar, spice, and everything nice – our little one's gender reveal is on ice!
A touch of pink or a hint of blue, our bundle of joy is coming through!
In a world of bows or baseball caps, we're ready to reveal the facts.
Gender is a shifting, mutable thing. It's in a constant state of flux.
In a world full of pink and blue, soon we'll know which hue rings true.
Gender is a concept that has no correlative in the field of linguistics.
Gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original.
Boy or girl, we'll love you more than words can express!
Patiently waiting for the grand reveal, pink cupcakes or blue to feel!
Sugar, spice, and all things nice, soon we'll discover our precious prize.
Bows in the hair or trucks in the air, can't wait to see what's there!
Gender is the poetry each of us makes out of the language we are taught.
Gender is a story, not a fact. It is a process, not a destiny.
A sprinkle of glitter or a dash of blue, we can't wait to share our news with you!
In shades of pink or in shades of blue, our little one is making its debut!
In a world of bows and frills, soon our hearts with love she'll fill.
Eagerly awaiting the big reveal, pink balloons or blue to feel!
Fluttering butterflies or bouncing balls, soon we'll know who's joining the dolls.