We aren't going to find out the sex of the baby, so everyone is speculating and sending us all of the sure-fire, urban legend sex predictors available.
If you know any, we welcome them!
When Cousin was carrying her first, she travelled to Los Angeles for a conference. While walking through LAX, out of nowhere a woman, now embelleshed with the lense of retrospect as a beveiled Roma fortune-teller, hunched over after having long ago given over to the degeneration of osteoporosis said to her:
Your baby is boy.
I picture Cousin herded away in slow motion with the crowd, glancing back in ernest at the woman as she slowly grasped the implications of the woman's statement.
I have a feeling that our baby, too, is boy.
We have a short tape of its heartbeat on BioMom's dictaphone. It sounds suprisingly relaxed. Like Lance Armstrong's 30 resting beats per minute. I expected a quick whoosh whoosh whoosh but this kid's heart pumps out at only about 100 beats per minute.
Legend has it that slow heart beats live in babies with penises.