According to the internet it is! I took a quiz, which has proven itself to be highly accurate. I took it last time, and it did indeed correctly predict that I would have a girl. And as we all know, everything on the internet is true. AND if it was true last time, it MUST be true this time. Right.
I don't think we could have found out the sex of the baby even if we wanted to at the first ultrasound, due to the baby being a stinker and generally uncooperative. Since I have to go back for a second ultrasound in June, I'll have another chance to find out. I don't know if I will. Ben says he wants to come to that ultrasound, too. He claims he wants to see the baby again, but I think he wants to make sure I don't find out the sex in a weak moment.
This quiz is a combination of all the Old Wives Tales out there, and apparently I am having the exact same pregnancy as last time. Same cravings, same warmer feet, carrying in the same place, my pillow faces north, etc. The only difference is this time I am willing to eat the heel of a loaf of bread, and apparently last time I WAS NOT. (I have no recollection of this.)
I liked not finding out with Clare, but with everything being so up in the air right now (we close on our house next week!), I kind of want to know. Moms out there, how did you decide whether or not to find out? You know how I obsess about these types of decisions.
Speaking of girls, Clare got quite the shiner at my cousin's wedding last weekend. She was rushing off to the dance floor, tripped, and fell flat on her face. She got her grace (and her dance moves) from her mother! Another reason to enroll the kid in ballet. (The first reason is so that she doesn't also inherit her mother's tendency to slouch.)
|Black eye/sad face.|
|Despite her finger blocking part of the shot, I couldn't resist this one.|