One of my favorite things about pregnancy is how there are so many old wives' tales about figuring out the gender of the baby. These days, everyone is weighing in on what I'm having. And, as long as they aren't telling me I'm huge, I find the tales and the people who tell them quite endearing.
Now, I think I've carried this baby just as I have my other two. All baby, all belly. Right out in front like a basketball. Joey teases me and says my bum has gotten bigger, and I'm sure it has, but for the most part it's all belly.
The overwhelming majority of people here tell me I'm having a boy. My belly is compact, all out in front, and low. When I sit across the dinner table from Joey, he says he can't tell I'm pregnant. Women in shops say I'm having a boy because I have no belly around my sides and from behind, you cannot even tell I'm pregnant. This seems to be the a universal old wives tale. It is similar to what I was told back in the States.
Then I tell them I carried this same way when I had Ella. And, when I was visiting my parents here and I was 6 months pregnant with her, the women in the shops all thought it was a boy then. I'm not convinced that belly shape or how I'm carrying is a fool-proof method for me.
There are some other old wives' tales I've heard this time around, and they're very amusing. A few people here like my hair stylist are convinced I'm having a girl because my face looks beautiful. Or as Buddy's friend's mum - and our coworker - says I'm stunning so it has to be a girl. Of course, I've heard the flip side of this as well. If you have a girl, you look terrible because the girl takes all the beauty for herself.
Eva and a few of her friends were sizing me up at the park the other day and used a Filipino method to guess gender. They took a look at Ella's hairline, at the nape of her neck, and decided it would be a girl. Apparently, in the Philippines, you look at the neck of the child before and if the hairline is clean, it will be a girl. If there is a lot of baby hair on his or her neck, then the new baby will be a boy.
Just today, I heard another new tale. Some women in Stanley Market said boy again so I explained that I've carried the same way for all my pregnancies and had a boy and a girl. This threw them for a loop. I was sized up again with skeptical eyes and hands on chins when one woman stepped forward and asked me what side of my belly I could feel most of the kicking. Easy answer - almost exclusively the right side and up in my ribs, too. Then the woman stated with certain conviction that it was a girl.
I have absolutely no idea myself. No instinct or hunch. Ella is utterly convinced the baby is coming on Saturday and has been telling everyone who asks. I don't know what intuition she's operating on. I guess only time will tell.