How to Guess Your Baby’s Gender Give Away

During my first pregnancy, I could not wait to find out if we were having a boy or girl. Our 18 weeks gender appointment seemed to be 100 years away. I remember looking over all of the old wive’s tales and trying to guess what the little bean might be, and most of them pointed to Girl.

I had a dream months before we got pregnant and just after I had been told that I would have a very slim chance of ever conceiving that there was this little blonde chunk sitting on the floor looking up at me. She had wild hair and blue eyes. I called her by a name I had never heard before. When I woke up, I looked up the meaning of the name which is Jehovah increases a profound affection. Obviously I loved the meaning so I told my husband, and he approved.

Fast forward to our 18 week appointment, while I was lying on the table, I was waiting for the ultrasound tech to find her gender region. I knew she would say girl. I knew from the time I knew I conceived. She found it. GIRL.

This was the face I saw in my dream.

Here we are again, 18 weeks pregnant, and about to find out if this baby is a boy or girl. I guess it’s because it’s the second child, but I haven’t been as anxious to find out. I definitely don’t have the confidence in knowing what it is like I did last time. I suppose I have a little hunch, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m wrong. As cliche as it sounds, I truly just want to this baby to free of any health issues.

For fun, I have done a couple of gender prediction tests.

The first is one that I didn’t hear about my first time around probably because you can only do it if you already have a child. Here’s what you do. You look at the back of your kids head. If their hairline is straight, then the new baby is going to be the same gender as that kid. If the hairline comes to a point, then it will be the opposite gender. This was easy to tell for us because big sister has so. much. hair. Her hairline is straight so according to this we’re having a GIRL.

The next thing I looked at was the Chinese gender predictor thing. I have no idea how it works, but it has a 50% chance of being right. For us it says BOY.

I also tried the baking soda test. Basically you pour your urine over some baking soda. If it has a big reaction, meaning that there are a lot of bubbles, then you’re apparently having a boy. For me there were no bubbles at all which means we’re having a GIRL. I went ahead and did you a solid by not providing a photo of this. However, if you want to look at another woman’s pee check this out.

I heard of this theory that I wasn’t as popular during my first pregnancy. It’s called Ramzi’s theory for gender prediction. You can read a medical article about it here. It supposedly 97% accurate. You can look at your 6-8 week ultrasound and determine the gender by looking to see which side the placenta is on. It says if your placenta is on the right side of the uterus then it’s a boy. However, if it’s on the left side then it will be a girl. If the ultrasound is transabdominal meaning that it’s done externally on your belly then you need to flip the image for it to be true. If you had a transvaginal ultrasound, the image is true.


The placenta is on the right.

Here is my 1st ultrasound with my 1st baby. The placenta is on the right which means this baby is a boy. However, we already know that she was in fact a girl.


Placenta is on the left.

Here is the new baby’s ultrasound. The placenta is on the left. So according to this we’re having a GIRL.

I did the test where you tie your wedding band to a string and hang it over your belly. Apparently if it swings back and forth it’s a boy. However, if it swings in a circle like mine did, you’re having a GIRL.

The final thing that I’ve noted is my appearance. They say that boys make you more beautiful while girls steal your beauty. This little baby has left me with dry, rosacea marked skin. I definitely feel like this booger has stolen all of my beauty so GIRL.

Obviously there is no 100% way of knowing until this little is here in our arms, but it’s fun to guess. Hopefully we’ll get a peek tomorrow at what this darling is. We have two beautiful names picked out, and we’re ready to love him or her no matter what they are.

What do you think we’re having? Vote here. If you share this post on facebook or wordpress and guess correctly you’ll be entered in for a change to win a little baby prize pack!


Pregnancy:The Sequel (17 Weeks)

17 weeks

How far along? 17 Weeks

Maternity clothes? Not in this pic. I can actually still wear most of my regular pants much to my surprise. I still prefer yoga pants.

Stretch marks? None.

Sleep: What is this?

Best moment this week: Hearing baby’s 160 bpm heartbeat.

Miss Anything?: Clear skin. Energy. Good moods.

Movement:Getting stronger every single day.

Food cravings: Nothing in particular this week.

Anything making you queasy or sick? Not this week.

Gender: We find out this week!!!!!!!!!

Labor Signs:  No Braxton Hicks this week.

Belly Button in or out? In. My belly has barely popped.

Rings on or off? On.

Happy or Moody: Happy days are few and far between.

Reading: Really nothing baby related.

This whole second pregnancy thing is weird. I feel like I should already be almost done with this pregnancy because I feel SO pregnant. However, at times it’s hard for me to believe that I’m pretty much half way through it.

Pregnancy: The Sequel (16 Weeks)

16 weeks

How far along? 16 Weeks

Maternity clothes? Not in this pic. I can actually still wear most of my regular pants much to my surprise. I still prefer yoga pants.

Stretch marks? None.

Sleep: What is this?

Best moment this week: Spending a couple of days away with my husband for our anniversary.

Miss Anything?: Clear skin. Energy. Good moods.

Movement:Getting stronger every single day.

Food cravings: I petitioned my facebook friends to see if anyone knew where I could get my hands on some honey BBQ chicken nachos this week. One friend pointed me in the right direction, and they were soo good.

Anything making you queasy or sick? Not this week.

Gender: We find out soon!

Labor Signs:  So I’ve had a few contractions already. I started having Braxton Hicks pretty early last time, but this seems like it’s even earlier.

Belly Button in or out? In. My belly has barely popped.

Rings on or off? On.

Happy or Moody: Happy days are few and far between.

Reading: Articles here and there. I’ve been most interested in learning even more than I already know about vaccination in light of the measles outbreak.

I get to hear the baby’s heartbeat this week and get to find out if we’re having another miss or a mister.

What Marriage Is


As I have approached my third year of marriage, I find myself surprised that it has only been that long. Our love feels ancient. It feels stretched. Torn. Weathered. At times faded, but in just the right light it blazes with all of its ethereal, ancient beauty.

I met my husband nearly a decade ago, we began dating a couple of years later and were quickly engaged though not quickly married. A three year engagement would drive most people crazy, but it was perfect for us.

Once we were married, I finally felt like I was home. Our lives folded beautifully together. We got a little house, a little cat, then a little struggle.

My health was not the best. His grandfather died. I went through a huge transition at work. We got pregnant. That was year one.

Year two brought more growth. I quit my job.  We had a new baby. We were submersed in postpartum life and all its unpredictable glory. My grandpa died.

The third year was strained. How do you take care of an ever changing baby? I still don’t know. I started a business. Constant baby talk can make you no talk so good to each other. I got really, really sick. My beloved grandmother died. Oh, and surprise, I’m pregnant again.

Somehow through all of that and the in between that I left out, we managed to hold it together. We still love each other. I dare say we love each other more today than we did two weeks ago.

That’s because marriage is hard. It’s not for the weak of heart. It’s for warriors. Two people fighting for the same cause. Those who do not quit no matter how many times they want to slam open the door and run like hell. It’s for those who say no to other things they find a little more attractive in a fleeting moment.

Marriage is laughing so hard at something that other people would probably find gross or disturbing. It’s safe. It’s even fun. It’s inside jokes, and knowing looks that need no words.

Marriage is going to the grocery store late at night because your pregnant wife needs anything and everything that you do not have in the comfort of your own home.

It’s listening to the same old stories and knowing the inflection and hand gestures that go with them.

Marriage is taking it slow, even for only five minutes because you just realized you haven’t hugged all day in a couple of days.

It is admitting what is wrong and determining to fix it. It is raw, unedited, and pure.

Marriage is holding your sobbing wife behind closed doors when she just can’t.

Marriage is teamwork. You got the dishes, I’ll fold the laundry. You watch the baby, I’ll mow the lawn. It blossoms in the mundane.

Marriage is doing the boring stuff: chores, bills, budgets, making a living. It is planning, home-making, life building.

It is doing something for the other person just because you think they’d like it. It’s giving without always taking, encouraging, and supporting.

Marriage is footsy in bed because you better not think about anything else. It’s learning the difference between quality love making verses quantity and knowing that a little quantity isn’t bad either.

It is hand holding, back rubbing, distant winking, seeing someone attractive across the room and having this sensational realization that, “Hey, they’re with me.”It is random romance. It is passionate. It is intimate, vulnerable, and sacred.

Marriage is Friday night snuggles because there is no place else you’d rather be.

It is trusting, being kind, finding ways to overlook idiosyncrasies.

It is humbling, inspiring, and at times overwhelming.

Marriage is a worthy challenge because every part of you is invaluable to me. Marriage is an honor, a gift, happiness, and fulfilling.

It’s I love you, now and forever not because of this overwhelming feeling or desire I have right now but because I promised to.

Marriage is having the flame go out only to quickly stoke the flame to light it up again.

It is commitment. It is sharing, care-taking, compromise, you give 100% and I will too.

It is forgiving, letting go, fighting hard while choosing your battles.

Marriage is taking care of yourself so that you can better serve the other. It is mutual respect, sacrifice, learning to be selfless.

It is allowing the other to have the space they need to regroup, unwind, and recharge.

It is having a partner, a friend, and ally, and I am so glad you are on my side. Marriage is family.

Marriage is many wonderful and intimidating things, and it’s so much more than this little summary.

My marriage is basically a toddler though our relationship as a whole will soon be preparing for middle school. I only know a very little, and I bask in the wisdom of the marriage elders who have been at it for decades. This little nugget is just what I’ve learned so far, and I look forward to learning so much more.

Here’s to 33+33 more! Cheers, my dear! You are a most cherished blessing.

Pregnancy:The Sequel (15 weeks)

15 weeks


How far along? 15 weeks

Maternity clothes? Not this photo. Obviously I’m wearing sweatpants though that I bought when I was pregnant last time.

Stretch marks? …

Sleep: Still popping the night time melatonin.

Best moment this week: Starting a new job.

Miss Anything?: Clear skin. Coffee.

Movement: SO MUCH.

This week I’ve felt a bit more sunny than usual. I attribute it to the stretch of warmish days we’ve had. Being able to actually go outside and play with big sister makes me feel much, much better.

My hip has been bothering me a lot this week, and it has made it very difficult for me to be active. The heavier big sister gets, and the larger my belly gets, the harder it becomes on me to lift her, and this really depresses me. She’s so active, and I want to be able to keep up with her.

Everyday this week I’ve had to slice up some potatoes and either pan fry them in olive oil or bake them and smother them in ketchup. I like ketchup OK, but this has been in excess. Also, every afternoon without fail, I have wanted a PB sandwich (yuck, no J) with a small glass of milk. These are pretty easy to manage.

I started a new job this week which is a huge blessing. The job that I’ve been doing for the last several months has been great, and I still do it, I just can’t do it as much. It requires a lot of lifting and preparation that my little body just can’t handle right now. My new job requires me sitting in front of my computer screen. I could do that on bed rest.

Even though I’ve felt a little more energetic this week, I’m still mostly exhausted. This pregnancy has been more challenging on my mind and body than the last, and at the end of the day I’m too tired to sleep. I usually have to take a melatonin to settle down. I’m getting a new all natural sleep aid in the mail this week that contains vegan melatonin, valerian root, chamomile, and a few other sleep encouraging herbs. Hopefully this will help.

My sweet husband has been so kind to rub my back and hip every single night, and I imagine this will be a routine that lasts throughout the remainder of this pregnancy.

There’s only 25 weeks left in this pregnancy and just over 2 before I get to find out if new baby is a boy or girl.

Life with a 1.5 year old

My dear sweet 18 month old,

You’re so big! 33.75″ and 25.5lbs to be exact. You constantly keep me entertained with your hilarious antics.

Yesterday I asked what it was like being you, to which you replied “Cool.”

When daddy tells you that he loves you you say “I know.”

When “Melmo” is on the TV singing and dancing, you are on the floor singing and dancing.

Your giggle resonates throughout the entire house, as does your shrill screams during what I call “yelling practice.”

You do yoga with me, and can identify the majority of your body parts.

You can identify the numbers “2” and “8” which I attribute to the countless hours of Sesame Street we watch, and you’re pretty good at using the few signs that I taught you when you were much younger.

You know so many words and phrases. My favorites are “peeeze,” “Chank you,” “Out Guh-guh,” and “Night-night.” Who am I kidding, everything you say is my favorite.

You say the word “shirt” without the pronouncing the letter “r,” and this makes for many interesting stares when we’re out shopping and you exclaim your excitement over and over again over the sleeved garment.

You saw a picture of your daddy the other day and said “Dada, cuute.”

You love playing outside, and yesterday you survived your first wild animal attack. A duck bit you on the hand, you didn’t cry, rather you picked up and stick and shook it and bellowed “NO GUCK.” I’m glad to see that you can handle things yourself.

You are growing so beautifully and way too quickly. You’re going to be the best big sister, I just know it. You take the baby’s ultrasound picture, point at it and say “baby,” and then you kiss it. I melt.

You’re a very picky eater, but you do love pasta and marinara meat sauce, mac n’cheese, CRACKers, and sometimes the occasional fruit pack. Your daddy and I hide your fruits and veggies in the things that you do eat such as grated carrots in your mac n’cheese, various fruits and veggies in our morning smoothies and what not so you’re somehow getting what you need and growing so rapidly we can’t keep up.

Keep shining your sweet light. You are joy to all who know you. I wish I could be as funny and charming as you are. I love you forever.

Pregnancy: The Sequel(14 weeks)


How far along? 14 weeks HELLO 2ND TRIMESTER!!!

Maternity clothes? Pants not shirt.

Stretch marks? …

Sleep: Night time anxiety so not so well.

Best moment this week: When big sister sits on my lap, new baby flutters like crazy.

Miss Anything?: Clear skin.

Movement: Yup

So last week’s energy was a fluke. I’ve been so exhausted this week. I’ve also been wanting soda. I don’t drink soda. Ever. So I’ve really been into San Pellegrino’s Limonata’s. However, if I drink them in the evening, I get horrendous heart burn. I learned a trick from a friend about heartburn that I wish I knew last time. It’s really simple. When I get heartburn, I eat a pickle and it goes away. BOOM. If you get anything from this post preggy friends, pickles kick heartburn’s booty because they neutralize the acid in your stomach. Last night I had to eat two to get it to fully work but IT DID. I went through several bottles of Tums during my last pregnancy, but now I will go through several jars of pickles and not have to keep eating them every couple of hours.