Jenna Karvunidis, and in her defense, it’s less about the baby’s gender, and more about the fact it’s her first child to survive long enough to determine the child’s gender.
[She also just use a simple vanilla cake for the event, not some stupid crap like, say, a fucking bomb.]
Her previous pregnancies (yes, plurals) all ended in miscarriage. For her first baby to reach this point, it’s understandable she want to have a celebration. She did point out later how dumb the whole idea is, especially since the child she held the very first gender revealed party was held for wasn’t really interested in the child birth gender.
Jenna Karvunidis, and in her defense, it’s less about the baby’s gender, and more about the fact it’s her first child to survive long enough to determine the child’s gender.
[She also just use a simple vanilla cake for the event, not some stupid crap like, say, a fucking bomb.]
Her previous pregnancies (yes, plurals) all ended in miscarriage. For her first baby to reach this point, it’s understandable she want to have a celebration. She did point out later how dumb the whole idea is, especially since the child she held the very first gender revealed party was held for wasn’t really interested in the child birth gender.