The ultrasound said the sex of the baby was female. We picked out a name and for over a month, got used to the idea that we would have a baby girl. At the next ultrasound, the doctor asked if we knew the sex of the baby. What a strange question, I thought, when I had handed him the paperwork from the last appointment. That is when we found out the first ultrasound was wrong, and our baby had the undeniable anatomy of a male. I was in shock. It felt like such a huge change. And the fact that I felt it so deeply also came as a shock, because I had convinced myself that it did not matter, that we would be gender neutral, that society places so many associations and expectations on sex and gender stereotypes, and I would resist that. Lucky thing, we had decided to keep the sex secret during the pregnancy, so we were the only ones who knew of this change of plans. I did this, especially, to avoid the pink-and-blue dichotomy of newborn clothes and gifts. We refused to tell people the baby
Documenting a thought experiment. Reflections and reviews where inspiration and insight strike. With an inclination towards food systems, ecology, spirituality - and their interconnections. The author is Alexandra Toledo, food systems activist and thinker with roots in the US Midwest, heart in Peru and feet touching the ground in Valencia, Spain.