I'm Skipping Your Gender Reveal Out Of Respect For The Queen
Things are so crazy right now. All over the world we’re dealing with the now ever-present fear of COVID, and then add monkeypox on top of that, iced all around with extreme inflation… it’s a pretty overwhelming time to be alive. Nevertheless, I continued to soldier through, to try to keep my head above water and continue my day-to-day life. Just when I thought I might be able to continue, though, a body blow was dealt directly to me with the passing of the Queen, and to be honest, this was the last straw for me.
Which is to say, I’m going to have to miss your gender reveal party. I can’t put into words how much I deeply wanted to be there, but unfortunately, the only thing I currently feel capable of doing is grieving the passing of Her Majesty. I think it’s even cooler that you decided to have a destination gender reveal. I’ve always wanted to go to Egypt, especially in the middle of the summer, and hike all the way up a pyramid to see whether the cake at the top was blue or pink.
I truly and honestly wanted to do all these things. I was excited to watch the moment that you find out what gender your baby is, and to find out which one of you is secretly disappointed, information from a facial expression that your family and friends will just have to sit on forever. Unfortunately, I’m not going to be able to make it, because the passing of the Queen has just truly taken the wind out of my sails.
I mean, what is life going to be like now? You know how important it was to me to see pictures of the Queen waving at stuff. That’s something I’ll never experience again. The reveal of her in a different hat was something that kept me going on a base level, and now the carrot has been yanked from the stick. I hope you understand, and I wish you a very happy gender of your baby.