Did you know how much stuff is on the internet about having kids? Did you know that about 99.9% of it is about stuff that can go wrong?
So, since really finding out, I’ve convinced myself that I’m definitely going to have a miscarriage – that my kid will die of SIDS – if it makes it that far, that if it’s a girl, and she wears nail polish, she’s certain to be dumb. Or that, in fact, I really will not be ready, and will forget and put the kid in the crib with blankets and stuffed animals.
Now there are plenty of happy-go-lucky sites, with what to do with your kid on a rainy day – how that bond with them is like no other – so I’m hoping that it’s more of this fun, rainbows and sunshine stuff as opposed to the stuff up there.
Anyway, I’d been researching old-wives tales about gender, because we are so dying to know what we’re having, and here’s what we’ve discovered. I put zero stock in this, but it was pretty fun:
CHINESE CALENDAR: BOY
SLEEP POSITION: ON THE LEFT (BOY)
MORNING SICKENESS? NOPE. (BOY)
CRAVINGS? SWEET OR SALTY? SWEET (GIRL)
ACNE? NOPE (BOY)
DRY HANDS OR SOFT? SOFT (GIRL)
So most signs point to boy, and I know that B and I both just having a feeling that it is, but all I can tell you is that we can’t wait to find out!
Other crazy things that have been going on?
I have actually caught myself talking to my stomach — while driving, or getting ready in the morning. I already talked to myself an abnormal amount, so I don’t really know how weird this is.
B has been making me mocktails — red sparkling grape juice + orange juice = fit for a pregnant lady sangria.
Christmas cards have finally been addressed and mailed out: Hallelujah.