Byrony Gordon: Will it be a boy or a girl? Well, find out an throw a gender-reveal party ...
WE have our friends in America to thank for delivering us the latest fad doing the rounds of polite society: the gender-reveal party. If you haven’t yet received a candy-coloured invitation to one, then let me explain – these are celebrations at which friends and family gather around an expectant mother to find out the sex of her child, through the cutting of a cake that contains pink sponge for a girl, and blue for a boy.
Typically, the parents will find out at exactly the same time as everyone else in the room, having asked their sonographer to seal the news in an envelope, which they will then hand straight to a baker who can get to work on a gender-reveal cake.
The canapés on offer at the party are often based on the woman’s pregnancy cravings (not so good if you are craving coal; great if all you want is mini hamburgers). Inevitably, there are elaborate colour-coded decorations. And, like at most other parties, hosts sometimes encourage a dress code: come in “team” colours, so you can root for a boy or a girl and even cast votes on the matter. Yes, really.