In two days, unless the thing is hiding its junk (junkette?), we will find out whether we’ll be having a son or a daughter. To my surprise (and maybe yours), I haven’t really been thinking about this all that much, and definitely haven’t been dwelling on it. Before getting knocked up, whenever I heard a pregnant woman say she had no preference whether it’s a boy or a girl—she just wanted a “healthy baby,” I rolled my eyes. Come onnnnnnn. Surely, you’re leaning one way or the other. Spill it, lady! But now that I myself have a baby boo in the belly, I get it. Sometimes, it feels that every day is a small hurdle. There are an infinite number of things to worry about and finally having a tiny human emerge with all its organs and body parts intact will be nothing short of a miracle. I, too, just want a healthy baby.
Also, there are some very, very strong cases for each gender. Take, for instance, this:
And, you know, this:
For the gender predictors out there, what do you think we’re having?