My seminary roommate called last week and said, "So how are you feelin'... like a girl or like a boy?"
I laughed. "I'm feelin' like it is WAY too early to know something like that." In fact, it isn't even gendered yet, right?
"Oh come on, you must have a hunch."
"No, really, I don't. And I'm not planning on finding out until we give birth so you're just going to have to be patient."
"But I'm having a dilemma in the knit shop."
"Just get something that would work either way."
"Well, that was the plan but there is a GORGEOUS orange, but there's only one skein. And there's a lovely teal, but there are only two skeins."
"Well, there are plenty of other colors that go either way. I'd put in a girl in ANY color and I'd put a boy in almost any color." And then I rattled off options.
She sighed and said she'd figure it out.
My sister left me a voice mail today saying that she had a vision today of chubby baby girl legs in tights and she is sure we're going to have a girl. This is the second time she has predicted that. (Another friend guessed girl as soon as she found out we're pregnant.)
I came home from work today and checked the other blog. Someone commented on my post about the curative powers of a big, juicy orange that citrus cravings mean boy. Or at least that that's how it worked out for her.
I wouldn't say I'm craving citrus (or anything in particular), I'm just really enjoying fruit, especially oranges right now.
Funny how significant gender is to folks, eh?