Last night I spent a great deal of time trying out every single old wives tale gender predictor we could get our hands on:
According to my belly (carrying low) it's a: boy.
According to the Chinese spinning ring it's a: boy.
According to my cravings (salty) it's a: boy.
According to the heartrate (above 140 beats per min.) it's a: girl.
According to the color of my urine (not making this up!) it's a: girl.
According to the direction my pillow faces (North) it's a: boy.
According to the month of conception (odd) it's a: girl.
According to my feet (no colder than before): it's a: girl.
According to my hair (not growing any faster) it's a: girl.
According to my morning sickness (pretty icky) it's a: girl.
So according to the old wives tales the girls have it by two.
ACCORDING TO THE ULTRASOUND IT'S A: BOY!!!
I will not post the ultrasound picture of my child's genitals - you're going to have to trust me on this one. But I assure you, we could tell that he was a boy before the technician even got the words out. Just a' shinin' away, proud as can be!
In addition to genital photos, I'm also not a fan of seas of pastel colors. So can we keep the amount of powder blue in this home at a reasonable level? I mean, some of it is super-sweet (and also inevitable). But I'd like to roll with reds, browns and whites. I like blue - but can we get a little navy action? Or royal blue? Or cerulean? Anything but powder/Carolina would be great. Thanks.
And while I'm being honest about preferences, I really hate the words preggo and preggers. *shudders*
I don't know how this celebratory post got derailed. Regroup.
A son! We have a son! And he's going to be a stud! And we're thrilled! And Madeline really likes the (royal) blue balloons we got for her. :)