It’s a girl, at least according to the old wives tales available to mankind to use to determine what gender their baby will be.
Last night Vero and I looked up a ton of old wives tales in relation to pregnancy and here is how they all fared.
Carrying high vs. carrying low – Boy
Is the heart rate above 140 bpm – girl
Does Vero have a sweet tooth right now? – Girl
Chinese Birth Chart (which claims 90% accuracy, wow!) – Boy
Picking up a house key from my hand – Boy
Acne – Girl
Ring over stomach – Boy
Morning Sickness – Girl
Smooth Skin – Girl
Nice hair – Boy
Weight distribution – Boy
Warm feet – Girl
Left breast vs. right breast…which is bigger – Girl
Mood – Boy
Dream – Boy
Preference of sleep position – Girl
No headaches – Girl
Baby names – Girl
Verdict:
Girl: 10
Boy: 8
I’m not going to describe the details of all these tests since they are out in the wild if anyone wants to look it up. Needless to say, they are fun things to try, but come on…the girl vote squeaked by and I’m sure if we just found more tests we could have made the boy vote squeak by!
Later this night, Vero said the baby was kicking again and I got to feel it for the first time in my life. What can I say about the experience? It was very freaky. When I first saw the heartbeat on the ultrasound monitor, I realized there was something growing inside Vero. But this hit an entirely different level and I must admit it freaked me out a little knowing that there is now physical contact between Vero, the baby and myself. It’s a cool feeling at the same time. But now I feel bad for the kid being stuck in that cramped space for another five months (let alone the feeling Vero must be having during all this time as well!)