Usually the first question anyone asks you when they find out you are pregnant is whether it is a boy or a girl. And supposing you are part of the decreasing percentage who haven’t found out, they ask you whether you want a boy or a girl. There is no politically correct answer, of course. If you say you want a boy, then you are a “typical” because everyone wants a boy- “boys are posterity”. If you want a girl, then you are a mush- because “girls bring joy”. If you say you don’t care as long the baby’s healthy, people don’t believe you because it’s just too “safe” an answer.
We discussed finding out the sex of the baby very early on and it was pretty much a mutual decision that we didn’t want to know. My reasoning was that the announcement is much more exciting when you get to say “it’s a boy!” or “its a girl!” excitedly. Plus I knew I would never been able to keep it to myself had I found out. So the decision made, we have waded happily into the wide wide world of yellows, whites, turquoises and greens as opposed to the clearly divided world of blues and pinks.
Now just because you have decided not to find out doesn’t mean you don’t get pulled in very happily to the speculations and guessing game of whether it is a boy or a girl. And for that very purpose, (and for the entertainment of the audience, of course) there are several “very reliable” methods I’m told, of being able to tell whether my little junebug will be be a an xx or an xy. So A told me on the phone yesterday of the newest method of being able to tell which is to let a drop of liquid run down from my belly button and if it’s a straight line then it’s a boy. My egg shaped bump is also another tell-tale sign that it’s a boy. So is the fact that I had no morning sickness, apparently. And the fact that I “glow” is a dead giveaway that it’s a boy. Girls are predicted by the fact that the mom-to-be gets acne, carries her high, puts on weight on her butt and her face is rounder anf fuller. And of course at some point of college life we have all done the ring over the hand/belly thing to determine how many kids of what sex we will be having with the men we were hopelessly in love with at that time. Now if I could only remember what that ring had told me those 10 years ago about my first baby and maybe my shopping would get easier!
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