People in Utah are chatty and friendly. And so lately I have had the opportunity in public venues (Target, grocery store, restaurants, etc.) to talk about the new baby. These complete strangers will see all of my girls and ask what I am having this time.
I'll tell them that we do not know and the next question is 'are you going to find out?'
To which I tell them, 'well, sure, in a few days. . .'
Alright, I only have a few more days left, why would I cave now and find out? But that does not mean that I do not think about it. And I have concluded that I am having a boy.
And yes, 95% of that is probably wishful thinking, but I can explain the other 5%.
First, I was not as sick with this baby as I was with Emma, Macey and certainly not Molly who nearly wiped me out.
Second, well, I think back on my pregnancy with Molly and remember how much she loved music. When I would teach piano, she would 'wake up' and move around and kick. Just like she does now whenever she hears music ;) She loved/loves music, just like her Mom.
This baby does not react to much. Voices, touch, etc., it is pretty indifferent. But this baby will always, always wake up when I eat. When I went to the hospital a few days ago, they tried to "wake up" the baby by having me change positions three times, then they brought in a small vibrating device to "buzz" the baby's head. TWICE. Finally, they gave me apple juice. And guess which one worked? This baby is a fan of food. . .to me, it sounds like a boy.