How many of you, while pregnant or while pampering the hell out of your pregnant partner, engaged in speculation about the gender of the baby?
It’s become an ongoing gag around here; Bryan is firmly planted on the side of a girl, Tony swings back and forth (he likes to idea of a girl, but would LOVE a little brother), and Jack just wants us to know that regardless of the genitalia that put it there, he is NOT doing diaper duty.
Because it’s been an interesting discussion, prompting some faux-heated conversations, I thought I’d fill you in on the old wives’ tales regarding gender, and where I fall in those parameters.
Your body gives you cues. Traditionally, it’s said A Girl Steals Her Mother’s Beauty (and also Causes Acne), Dry Hands Mean a Boy is Coming, a Larger Left Breast Forecasts a Daughter, and Dark Nipples Indicate a Son. Um, all of this seems very weird to me. Without going into too much detail about my breasts, those definitely point to a girl. I always have dry hands – I actually have a condition called dyshidrosis regarding it – so I don’t know if that’s a firm yes in the boy column or not. Basically, my body says MAN, I HATE BEING PREGNANT.
Craving will determine the gender. According to old wives’ tales, the food you crave will indicate what gender the baby is. Sweets = girl; sour = boy. This was proven true last go-round: I ate fried pickles for almost all of the end of my pregnancy with Tony. And I’ve not particularly wanted sweets this go-round, either. In fact, my cravings stay firmly planted in the salty/sour range. (But I’ve also heard this is an indication as to the temperament of the baby as well.) So this tale says BOY.
What color is your urine when mixed with Drano? I’m embarrassed anyone ever went for this. I most certainly did not. While I’m not above examining my urine (as the brilliant Metalia said recently, you reach a point in pregnancy where you can define using the toilet as a hobby), wouldn’t you think that they would do this in a doctor’s office if there was any truth to it? Instead of another ultrasound (that they’ll bill your insurance $4156K for), why not just throw some Drano in there? BECAUSE THIS IS STUPID.
How you carry your baby indicates baby boy or baby girl. Um, okay. I don’t know about this. Traditionally, low = boy and high = girl, but Tony was pretty square in the middle (until he dropped before labor, obviously). Also, they say you carry a boy in front but you expand horizontally with a girl. Thanks for the wonderful options there. With this baby, the bump feels higher than last time, but I don’t put much faith in this one, either. If we follow tradition, though, this says GIRL.
Heart rate can be an indicator for gender. While researching this, I was shocked to learn that it IS actually medical fact that girls have a higher heart rate during labor. Isn’t that weird? Anyway, there’s no such factual basis on the heart rate while you’re carrying. However, the tale is that a heart rate above 145 is generally a girl, while boys tend to maintain a lower heartrate. I can’t remember what Tony carried, but this baby is usually in the 160 range, which .. um .. sounds scarily high, right? While I research infant blood pressure meds, we’ll put this one squarely in the GIRL category.
The Daddy’s Sympathy Weight Gain tells you gender.I don’t want to really tackle this one, but traditionally, this tale says that an expectant father putting on some sympathy weight indicates a girl. So, um, well. Let’s just say that Bryan will be tickled PINK that I don’t answer this question.
Are there any old wives’ tales that I missed here? Because right now: this list seems to proclaim that Bryan gets to wave a big ole IN YOUR FACE right in my .. face .. on January 16th when they
add some Drano to my urine perform the revealing ultrasound.