Big Pink Blob: Can you tell what I'm having?

The view from above
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Took some photos tonight of what 34 and a half weeks pregnant looks like. Something that may surprise you: a hot pink shirt is totally an acceptable color in my wardrobe mostly due to the fact that it fits. Something that may not surprise you: my feet are no longer visible.

Many folks have asked what we're having and we had decided not to find out. As Jenn said, it's kind of like the one real surprise you ever get in life. Some people are shocked (SHOCKED!) when we tell them we decided not to find out. The most common reaction is: well how will you know what color to decorate the nursery. With our most recent remodel project almost complete, I'm happy to have walls in the baby's room and not so concerned about the color of said walls.

So having a child who's gender remains a secret seems to encourage all takers to make guesses about what it might be. There are many old wives tales that are supposedly predictive such as morning sickness, how you are carrying (aka high, low, etc), and something about the direction a ring spins on a string. The strange part is that I've heard people swear up and down that each of these predictors means a boy and then others swear it means it's a girl. So I'm not putting much stock in the predictions.

I did hear a totally new one last week when I was getting a blood draw. Here's how the conversation went with the phlebotomist.

P: So what are you having?

Me: Oh, we decided not to find out. Thought it'd be fun to have it be a surprise.

P: Oh, really!! Well, let me see, I can usually tell these things (takes a step back looks me up and down). I think you are having a boy, yep definitely a boy.

Me: Huh, so what makes you say that?

P: Well, when I was pregnant with my girl, I couldn't get enough of being glamorous. I would dress up and was always made up even if I was just running to the store. And when I was pregnant with my son, well...I couldn't care what I looked like.

Me: Oh. Well, I guess we'll have to see.

(I want to say for the record that while I'm am not the most glamorous person in the world I had just come from a client meeting was totally dressed up and was wearing make up.)

As I'm leaving the lab, P yells after me: Don't forget to tell me if I was right!

I think she's going to be disappointed when I show up in a month without having shed my "i must be carrying a boy cause its evident that I've given up on how i look" look.

So feel free to guess what I'm having in the comments. If you are right, then in 5 weeks you'll win a brand new baby. Just kidding.