Friday, December 5, 2014

The Many Christmas Adventures of Luke Jeremiah & Sunny 2014 Edition: Part One!

For someone who was reluctant to start this elf tradition two years ago, and who thought that the elf was rather creepy to begin with, (I can't believe I ever thought our darling Luke creepy!) I am certainly very excited to see him come back every year. And this year, Luke brought a friend along!




Night One: We soon found out, from Luke's annual welcome letter, that this newcomer was his brother. He requested that we take good care of his brother, and also that we come up with a suitable name for our newest elf. I was just a littler bit nervous, since it was agreed that Sebastian should name this one (since he had been too young to really have an opinion when Luke arrived Christmas of 2012), but he eventually came up with "Sun. Like the sun outside, Mama." and we all agreed that "Sunny" would be an appropriate nick-name. Thus, we now have Luke and Sunny the elves in our home for Christmas this year!



Night Two: Much like the brothers Gordon, it seems the brothers Elf enjoy a rousing game of Connect Four! I'm not sure of their rules (since it seemed by the number of chips left that Luke had taken more turns than Sunny somehow), but I'm not always sure of Parker and Sebastian's rules either. It seemed they were both in the position to win, and Parker and Bash were more than willing to help them finish the game when they came down that morning. (It is still strongly contested who won.)



Night Three: December first, and Sunny and Luke rang in the happy month by bringing us an advent calendar with the instructions to use the pictures behind the doors as suggestions for ways to decorate the house. (There are now daily squabbles about who will open that day's door, and 11 somehow got opened by mistake instead of 3 on the 3rd, but it's been fun overall.)



Night Four: Parker had been very concerned about how our elves managed to get any food in them since they are so busy at night. Luke and Sunny were sure to have a hearty snack of cranberry sauce to keep up their strength. Can't have one of them passing out on the job after all!



Night Five: Luke and Sunny brought us a gift! A box full of puzzles, puzzles featuring other elves just like ours, and it seems that they couldn't help but put a couple of them together over night. I will have to be sure to write thank you notes to them both, as the puzzles have provided hours of entertainment for our little boys. (And moments of peace for Mommy.)



Night Six: The countdown has officially begun. While three weeks seems ever so long to an impatient five and three year old, it seems like almost no time at all to a Mommy and Daddy with so much to do before Christmas morning! Apparently our elves thought I needed a reminder about how little time I have!



Night Seven: Wheeeeeee! Luke and Sunny had a blast sliding down the railings!



Night Eight: We went and got our trees (yes, I did say trees) today. Apparently Luke and Sunny wanted to get a jump on the decorating. :)


*happy sigh* I simply love this time of year! I can't wait to see what else our little elves have in store for us this Christmas. 

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Friday, November 28, 2014

The Many Christmas Adventures of Luke Jeremiah...And Friend?

Look who is back! Look! (I might be more excited about this than my children!) Luke! Luke is back!

And it seems he's brought a friend.


I am so excited to have our little elf buddy back again! It's Christmas time. :)




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Friday, November 7, 2014

The Story of Bean (PG Version)

I felt like it was going to be soon. Well, obviously it was going to be soon. My due date was only days away, but I also knew that it could also be a week or more away if things went like they did with Sebastian. I was prepared to let Bean stay in that long too, as long as everything was going okay with both s/he and me, because babies come precisely when they mean to...Just like wizards. :)

I didn't think it would be that long though. I just had a feeling. A feeling that I was going to meet my baby very, very soon. I didn't say anything to anyone, not even Michael, because I knew I could be 100% wrong, but I sat down on the night of the 7th and wrote this letter to my little womb dweller. I was nervous, and a little scared, with the knowledge that I'd soon be holding my third little, but I meant it when I wrote that I couldn't wait to meet him/her. There is something amazing that happens in those first moments after meeting, and I looked forward to experiencing that again.

Superstition and the Old Wives put a lot of weight in the power of the full moon. Apparently the moon can make people crazy, but it also has the mystical power to throw poor, unsuspecting mothers into labor. We not only had a full moon upon us, but very early in the morning on the 8th we were also going to have a full lunar eclipse and what they call a "blood moon". I wondered to myself if the moon would work it's magic on me and Bean, but I again didn't mention my musings to Michael. I knew he'd laugh at the thought, and I would join him. After all, I distinctly remembered going outside in my back yard to dance under a full moon shortly before Parker arrived, and it didn't do a thing. (Except possibly entertain the neighbors.)

There was also a part of me that didn't want to get my hopes up. If I let myself think that my gut was right, and the moon just might be the trigger my body was waiting for to go into labor, I knew I'd just be disappointed if I was still pregnant the following night. So I kept my thoughts to myself and went on just like it was any other night. I did set my alarm for 4:30am though in hopes of getting some neat pictures of the blood moon. (And possibly dancing under it in the wee hours when, hopefully, no one would see me.) 

I woke on my own around 4:15 the morning of October 8th. If you have ever been pregnant, you will understand that you don't actually sleep through the night for the last several weeks, sometimes months, of pregnancy. You body likes to get you ready for those sleepless nights with a newborn by waking you frequently while pregnant to use the restroom. (There is only so much room in there, and between the baby and the bladder, guess which is going to give?) I stumbled up to use the restroom, and decided that I might as well check on the moon while I was up, especially since my alarm was going to go off shortly anyways. It was slightly cloudy, but I could see a bit of the eclipse. Thinking I would get up again to check and see if it looked more "blood-like" in a bit, I snuggled back into bed with Michael and Bash (who had come in at some point during the night).

Something else that happens in late pregnancy? Your body starts to "clear out". I won't go into any more detail than that, but I thought that the stomach cramps that I was having were related to "clearing out". They felt nothing like labor, but exactly like what it feels like when you have to go to the bathroom, and every time I got up to use the restroom over the next 10 minutes or so my body seemed to confirm my suspicions that the cramps were more upset stomach related than baby related. I even remember thinking, with some disappointment, that the moon must not be working for me, but at least the fact that my body was "clearing out" might mean that I would go into labor within a few days.

The cramps were coming in waves, and after several of them, I started to wonder if they were coming on any kind of pattern. I'd put a contraction timer on my phone a few weeks before that, and I decided to start timing them, more out of curiosity than because I thought the cramps could possibly be contractions. After all, this was my third time around. I, of all people, would know when I was having real contractions. Right? If anything, timing them did even more towards convincing me that I just had an upset stomach. The waves were coming about every 2-5 minutes. In both of my labors with the boys by the time my contractions are 2-5 minutes apart I am in transition and only minutes away from pushing. It was because of this that the OB and I had talked about not waiting until the typical "5 minute apart for an hour" rule to come in. My labors just have never progressed like that. So I let Michael continue to sleep while I wondered how long it would take for my upset stomach to let me join him.

Instead of calming down though they began to get more intense. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle easily, and I still felt good between them, but I began to think that this might actually be it. That this might be the start, though unusual for me, of labor. I was grinning when the next wave hit, and I remember saying out loud to myself: "You're going to meet your baby today!"

My contractions were closer than usual at this stage, but I was still confident that I had time to spare. Again, judging off my previous births, I was still feeling good and functioning just fine through contractions, so I wasn't worried that they were unusually close together for me. I was excited by the thought that, if this labor went as fast as Sebastian's, I might have a baby by 8:30-9:30 that morning. Part of me still worried that I was wrong, and I hated the thought of having Michael call into work and take me into the hospital for nothing. I also would have hated to have him go all the way in only to have to call him to turn around and come take me in though, especially since the hospital was 40 minutes away in good traffic. I was torn, and I decided I would wait to wake him until I had dressed myself and set out socks and jackets for the boys. (I was just going to let them go to the hospital in their jammies since it was so early. They had changes of clothes in their overnight bag, and all of our bags were already packed and in the van. I felt prepared.)

My first clue that I should be worried at all was when I had a contraction while up getting their socks that I couldn't actually keep walking through. I sat down at the top of the steps and waited for it to be over, but after that I decided that it was time to wake Michael. Contractions had gone very quickly from something I could manage to something I wasn't able to walk through with Sebastian too, and I knew full well that I could have another quick labor. I'd even talked about having a birth kit in the van, but we'd never gotten around to putting it together. It was okay though. I still felt great between contractions, they were only lasting 40 seconds to a minute, and they only seemed worse while I was up moving around. I was confident that once I could sit still in the van they would level out again on the drive to the Evan's, the hospital on Fort Carson.

I woke Michael with a gentle "We're going to have a baby today." and a smile. I was rather put off when, upon telling him how long and frequent my contractions were, he sat up with a demanding: "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" I'd thought I was being nice by letting him sleep. Besides, I hadn't been sure it was labor at first, and once I was my thought process had been that I was going to need him as rested as possible to support me during labor. Parker's labor had been traumatic for both of us, and he'd been deployed during Sebastian's, which had been amazing and healing for me. I wanted the same experience for him this time. I was confident it would be. After all, I was prepared.

Michael rushed around getting the boys up and ready, dressing them despite my assurance that they could stay in jammies, and he called work. I called the hospital to let them know to expect us, and then got in touch with Roze, a friend of ours who was going to sit with the boys in the waiting room. Despite Parker asking if he could be there, I wasn't sure that child birth was something they were quite ready for. I was a little worried that 5am was too early and I would be waking her, but she had just finished feeding her 5 month old daughter, so was awake and excited to meet us at the hospital. By the time I was done, Michael and the boys were pretty much ready to go too. We grabbed up the last minute things that we couldn't pack ahead of time like phone chargers and the camera, and I grabbed some towels just in case my water decided to break in the van, and we headed out.

My contractions were certainly more intense. There was no mistaking them for anything else at this point. It seemed like I was going to have another quick labor, but I was still confident that they would settle down in the car when I wasn't up and moving around quite so much. I was a little worried at this point, because it really was quite a drive to Evan's, and the nurse on the phone had mentioned that the gates at Fort Carson were packed this time of morning (which made sense), but I convinced myself that we were going to have a nice, easy drive...Perhaps with some moaning through contractions, but I had prepared both boys for that possibility as much as I could. They both know that mommies have to make noise in order to help the baby come out. I hoped that it wouldn't scare either of them, or that if it did, it wouldn't scare them too much. Parker had helped me moan through contractions on the ride when I was in labor with his brother 3 years before, and he'd not seemed worried about it at all. Bash I was more concerned about, but I knew we'd manage.

As we pulled out of the driveway I started making phone calls. Grandmama first. I still felt pretty good during my quick conversation with her, and I assumed that meant that I'd been correct in thinking that my contractions would settle down a bit when I could hold still in the van. That confidence didn't last long at all. I called Mom next. She laughingly asked me if I was sure that I wasn't going to give birth in the van, and I responded honestly with an "I don't know." This was as we were driving off base. It only takes about 4-5 minutes to drive from our house to the gate, and in that short time I was starting to really worry about the 40+ minute drive ahead of us. The contractions were coming closer together, and were much more intense than anything I'd experienced at home.

My original plan had been to call everyone as we were driving, use it as a way to pass the time, but I instead asked Mom to call my Dad, brother, sister-in-law, and sister. Contractions were close enough together that I didn't want to try to be on the phone through them anymore. I snapped at Michael for asking me if I was having another contraction as one started, so I knew that chatting with my family on the phone wasn't the best idea at that moment. I needed to concentrate and focus. I was having a baby.

I moaned through contractions all the way into town. I tried to reassure the boys between the contractions that Mommy was okay. That the noise I was making was helping me. I remember hearing Michael reassure them when I was in the midst of (very loud) contractions. he sounded so calm and collected, and I was so happy that he was there for the boys, especially since I hardly had the time to breath between contractions, much less explain to them what was going on and that I was okay. We had just about made it into town when I realized that I was pretty sure that I was in transition, and we still had quite a distance to go. I might have panicked at that point. If I didn't panic then I can assure you that I did a few minutes later when we came around a bend in the highway and saw the first exit that led off to one of the post gates.

Red. Nothing but red tail lights ahead of us, and a line all the way from the gate, up the exit ramp, and onto the highway. I may have lost it a little. Michael would probably say a lot, and we should go with his judgement at this point, because this was the first time that I think it fully hit me that having this baby in the van might be a very real possibility. It was almost 6 am, prime time for people trying to get on post to work, and I was in labor. I remember wondering to myself what I had been thinking to do this again, and Michael says I wondered it out loud too. (Probably loudly) I was pretty terrified at that moment, and steadily repeated "I can't! I can't! I can't" through my contractions. Michael was calm and reassuring and kept telling me "You can. You're doing great, Baby. I'm right here." which was exactly what I needed, though I was also pretty sure he was crazy.

I kept looking down at my stomach and thinking about that poor little baby in there and how traumatic this must be for them. I've always thought that birth, from the baby's POV, must be terrifying. At least we, as mothers, understand what is going on and why, even if we are in pain while it is happening. For our newborns though, what an experience! All they know is that their entire world is literally caving in on them, then they are forced out of their warm, dark, liquid filled home into a much larger, colder, brighter space where people poke and prod and examine them. How scary must that be to such a small littler person? I kept rubbing my tummy and assuring him.her that they weren't alone. That we were in this together. That it would be okay.

Because it would be, even if I didn't feel like it would be at the moment.

I'd talked about what would happen if I'd had the baby in the van. With Fort Carson being 40 minutes away from Schriever in good traffic, it was a topic that had come up. A topic I'd joked with friends and family about. I'd even meant to put together a small birth kit for the van just in case, but I'd never gotten around to it. If I'm being honest, I never in my wildest dreams thought something like that could happen to me. Not really. That was the kind of thing that happened in the movies and on YouTube. Yet here I sat, feeling a pressure that was all too familiar, looking at a sea of tail lights, and realizing that something I'd thought could never happen might very well become a reality in the next few minutes.

We finally got to our exit, mere minutes from the gate that was closest to the post hospital, and I felt my body start to spontaneously push with my next contraction. I was already half way up the back of my seat (sitting was getting increasingly uncomfortable), clutching onto the handle over the door that I am sure someone put there exactly for this kind of situation, and my body was taking over very much without my consent. Bean was my third delivery, and I knew what that meant for me. I was only a handful of contractions away from delivery, and we were only a handful of minutes away from the hospital.

"The baby is coming." I gasped out to Michael, trying to sound calm about it and probably failing. "The baby is coming."

"Not yet." He assured me in the same calm, soothing voice he'd been using for the entire ride. "Almost there."

"No, no, no. The baby is coming!" Obviously he knew the baby was coming. Everyone in the surrounding cars probably knew the baby was coming too. (Though it was a cold morning, I'd gotten hot at some point and rolled down my window slightly.) I didn't just mean the baby was coming though. I meant that he needed to pull over because the baby was coming now. For some reason I couldn't manage to get that out, and only kept repeating that the baby was coming.

"Did your water break?" Michael asked as he turned into the entrance of the gate.

"No! Baby, it doesn't have to!" I told him. Sometimes babies are born in the caul, after all, and from what I could feel, it was beginning to seem like that might be a possibility for our baby too. I'd never reached down to feel anything with either of the boys births, but it seemed the thing to do in this situation, and it certainly felt like we might have a baby in the next minute or two.

We got lucky. The gate closest to the post hospital is also farthest away from almost everything else, so there was only a few cars in front of us when we got there. The poor gate guards weren't so lucky though, as I was "verbalizing" (read: bellowing like a birthing cow) through another contraction when we pulled up to them, Michael with our IDs in hand.

"She's in labor." I heard him say as he reached out to hand our IDs to them. They usually scan them with a little hand held machine, which can take a minute or so if the machines are acting up (which they usually are), but not this time.

"Go, just go." The guard said with alarm, and I am sure he was just very eager to get us out of there before he had to deliver a baby.

"We're here now. Almost there." Michael told me, and he was right.

"The baby is coming. Now." I repeated to him. The hospital was literally right around the corner. I could see it, but the baby was coming. Now.

"Do you need to take off your pants?" Michael asked, making it sound like a completely every day question, and I nodded. I might have even answered him, but another contraction was coming, so I'm not sure. "Should we take off your seat belt?"

"NO!" For some reason, the thought of taking of my seat belt in a moving vehicle seemed like the height of absurdity to me at that moment, even though I was already several inches off my seat at this point, my right foot propped up on the dash board (I had to check with Michael about that), but at least I was buckled! Looking back, I might not have been thinking clearly. I think I told Michael to pull over at some point here, but he insisted that we were almost there and kept driving. (We really were right there too, just not quite close enough.)

It crossed my mind that it would be very interesting to get pulled over right now, driving through an Army post with no pants on, yelling through contractions, two children in the back seat, and my husband calmly driving to the hospital...The poor Security Forces officer would probably never recover. None of us might, because it was right about then, as Michael made the final turn into the ERs parking lot, that my water broke.

Warning: I'm about to give birth. There aren't any pictures or anything, but it might be a little graphic. I am describing child birth. The squeamish should stop reading now. 

"My water broke!" I announced right before a little hair covered head was born into my hand. "The head's out!" This was the only moment that he sounded anything but 100% calm to me.

"Wait, what?!" I didn't answer. My baby's head was out, but I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know what condition my baby was in. I had no idea if the cord was around their neck, or if they were facing the right way, and all I could think was that I needed to get them out. Now. Nature completely took over at that point, and I went with it instinctively. So I pushed. One, almighty push!

I felt the baby's body turn on their way out, and I was fairly sure I felt myself tearing. I didn't care. the next thing I knew a slippery, warm little body came out into my hands. Pulling my baby up against my chest I announced to no one in general "The baby's out!", and I heard my little bean cry.

I had one crazy moment where I thought Oh my God! We need to pull over! The baby isn't in a car seat! but I actually laughed at myself a moment later. A car seat was the least of our worries at the moment. Instead, I concentrated on our baby. I held Bean close to keep him/her warm. The van was nice and toasty, but it had been so cold outside that morning, and I didn't have anything right on hand to wrap around my newborn. My mind seemed to be taking in inventory on fast forward. My first thought was that my "giant" baby didn't seem so big at all, despite the doctor's dire predictions. (Bean ended up being only 8lbs 7oz, smaller than Bash by quite a bit, and only 2oz larger than Parker.) S/he had a nice, strong cry, though s/he seemed a little shell shocked and was going between crying and being quiet. And there was hair! Much more than I am used to on my littles. They had told me they could see hair during the ultrasounds, but I'd just laughed and said I'd believe it when I saw it. Well, I could see it now.

We were at the doors of the ER. Michael, again calm and collected, at least in my mind, put the van into park asking "Are you okay?"

"We're fine." I assured him, though I'm not sure that fine exactly describes a mother who just gave birth unassisted, unplanned, and in a van. I felt fine at the moment though. A little shocked, but fine.

"Okay. I'll be right back." Michael got out and went inside to get someone. I didn't find out until later, when my friend, Roze, asked how his head was, how apparently panicked he looked rushing into the ER. Legend has it that my calm, collected husband ran into the Evan's Army Hospital ER so quickly that he didn't wait for the doors to fully open and may or may not have gone face first into the edge of them. It doesn't matter. He'd been everything I'd needed from him during the labor and delivery. He was entitled to a moment of panic. (And his head was fine.)

While my husband was inside, either being calm or freaking out depending on who you ask, I was out in the van completely freaking out. I was okay, and the baby was okay, but I'd just had a baby in my van! I was convinced, in those moments, that I had completely scarred my little boys, who were still sitting silently in the back seat even though I had announced to them that the baby was here. I was also fairly certain that I'd ruined the birth experience for my husband. We'd both had such a frightening, traumatic experience with Parker, but I'd had the chance to have an amazing, healing birth experience with Sebastian. I'd so wanted Michael to have that this time with Bean, but how in the world could anyone possibly call this healing and non-traumatic, especially for my poor husband?

He couldn't have been inside for more than a minute before Michael returned, Roze and her daughter and two paramedics in tow. He opened my door, still looking calm and collected, even happy, as he beamed at me like any proud new daddy would.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I immediately started apologizing. To Michael, to the boys, to the paramedics, to Roze...I wasn't sure who I was apologizing to exactly, or what for. Everything, I guess, but it felt important to me that I let them know how sorry I was. That this wasn't what I'd planned. Michael just kept beaming though, and shook his head.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I gave birth in the van!" I cried out, because that clearly explained everything. Michael didn't look ruffled at all though.

"What do we have?" he asked me. I'd looked while he was inside, but it was with my mind whirling as I took inventory of my newborn baby, and nothing really felt like it had stuck in my head. So I looked again...and then did a double take, because my son's penis, which is what I had expected for almost 40 weeks to see, was not there. I had a moment of "Where is his penis?" panic before my brain caught up to what was happening, and I beamed back at my husband in disbelief.

"A girl! We have a girl!"

A daughter! I had a daughter! Just like that, nothing else mattered. I was on cloud nine. Michael carefully helped me onto a stretcher while the paramedics jokingly asked if I was trying to put them out of a job. They bundled blankets around me and my little, and I comforted her as she cried out at all of us again, letting us know her complete and total disgust at the entire situation. Michael promised to be right behind me as they wheeled me away, and I snuggled my new baby to me, beaming at the world in general.

One of the paramedics said something about clamping and cutting my cord once we got into the elevator, which brought me back off my high quite rapidly.

"You can't cut it." I broke into their conversation.

"We have to, or it could be horrible for both of you." one of the paramedics insisted. I was in too good of a mood to argue the complete lack of fact and science in that statement, but I held my daughter closer and shook my head.

"This is our third child and my husband has never been able to cut the cord. He's cutting this one." I watched them exchange a look and hoped that I wasn't going to have to argue with them. I really was in too good of a mood at the moment.

"We have to at least clamp it." We'd wanted to do delayed cord clamping, and I was pretty sure that we'd achieved that with our impromptu van birth. Ideally I would have waited until I'd delivered the placenta, but I didn't see the harm in clamping it now, especially if it would make them feel better. And it would mean Michael finally got to cut a cord.

"Fine." I agreed, and watched them carefully as they clamped our little girls umbilical cord.

I was met upstairs by a team of midwives and nurses, all of them cheery and joking.

"Didn't I just talk to you a little while ago?" One of them, who I'd spoken to on the phone when I called to tell them we were coming in, asked.

"We can leave if you have this handled." another laughed. I sat there, beaming at everyone and joking back, caught up in the euphoria of childbirth. Michael joined us after seeing the boys safely into the waiting room with Roze, asked about the cord, and I told him I'd okayed them clamping it, but that he still got to cut it. I didn't get a picture, but I will always remember my husband's smile as he finally got to cut the cord of one of his children. It was a very special moment.

"What am I going to do with you?" I wondered out loud. Everyone had laughed, but it was a real question. Don't get me wrong at all. I'd wanted a daughter. I'd be worried that I'd never be able to give Michael a daughter or my sons a sister, but as I looked at her now I wondered what in the world one does with a little girl?! Logically I knew that it wasn't really any different from having a little boy...except when it was. And then it was really different. Wasn't it? Little blue-gray eyes stared up into mine with the reassurance that we would figure this out together.

Don't worry, Mommy. We're together in this.

While nurses and midwives fixed me up one of them discovered that I seemed to have some internal tearing. So they called in The Doctor. I am not a fan. This doctor was cold, uncaring, detached, and made me distinctly happy that I'd given birth in my van with my loving family instead of with him. I didn't even get a hello before he sat down to his work, and considering what his work was, a "Hi. How ya doing? I'll be the man putting my hands in you like a ventriloquist." would have been the least he could do to be considered polite.

Apparently cervical tears are rare, but I had managed to get one. Not a large one from what they tell me, but complicated enough. Doctor Detached set about trying to stitch it up, with all the finesse of a bull in a nursery, (and no numbing shot) and I just about shot up the wall. I'm still not convinced that he was actually trying to sew me up and not just shoving hot pokers up there and twisting them roughly. There was no more laughing or joking. I broke out into a cold sweat, and one of the nurses very gently suggested that I hand over my newborn to Michael because I was holding onto her rather tightly. I handed her over willingly and probably broke that poor nurses hand clutching onto her while the doctor got more and more obviously frustrated. Finally he gave it up as no good, stood up swiftly, and told the nurses to "prep her for the OR. I'll have to stitch her up down there."

After that everything seemed to happen quickly. I'll spare the details, (I was very hormonal and teary for many of them) but it was a very fast surgery, even though I had to be completely put under for it, (and I had to deal with an OR staff that was nowhere near as friendly as the L&D staff) and I came out of it fine. Michael spent that time with introducing our daughter to her big brothers and fending off the formula happy nurses. (I'd not been given time to nurse her before being taken downstairs to the OR.)

I'd been worried that I'd terrified the boys. One of the nurses in recovery had assured me that it was going to be good birth control for them in the years to come. However, when I was rolled into my room, the first person to great me was Parker. Far from traumatized, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Mommy, I don't even care that you had the baby in the van! That was awesome!" Maybe he wasn't as traumatized as I feared. I might have just created a young male midwife.

Sebastian was a little more subdue. He'd been napping when I came in, and wasn't happy to be woken up. Though he'd changed his mind only a few weeks before and told me he wanted a little girl, (he'd spent most of my pregnancy informing me that he would cry and cry if he got anything other than another brother) he apparently changed it again and told me, stubbornly, that he wanted a brother instead of a sister. However, he also stayed as close to her as possible the entire time they were there, watching carefully and quietly. (And he is now the most devoted, in love big brother I could have ever hoped for!)

Right before we found out I was going to need the surgery I had been joking with Michael about how surprised my family was going to be to hear from me. I'd called them all less than an hour before to let them know I was in labor, and there I sat, holding my newborn baby. Of course, things had all gone all pear shaped for a bit then, and no calls had been made. The room they had us in was a windowless room in the center of the floor, so I wasn't even able to make calls when I was back in my room after recovery, but Michael called my mother while he was outside getting the bags and lunch. He gave her a very detailed account of what had happened, though he very purposely left out one very important detail...Our baby's sex. He said I'd earned the right to tell her, and I took great joy in informing my mother that she had a second granddaughter.

We didn't finalize her name until the last hour before we left the hospital, but I think it's pretty much perfect for her.

And we have a heck of a delivery story to share for the rest of our lives!

Here she is! Our beautiful, perfect daughter, Eleanor Patricia EvelynFaye. October, 8, 2014. 6:05am. 8lbs 7oz. 20.5 inches.



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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Dear Bean

Dear Bean,

This is it. These are our final days, possibly our final hours, together in the way we are now. Sometime soon, very soon, you will be joining our family out here and Earth side. I am so looking forward to it, but I am also very sad at the prospect. It is never easy for a mother, or perhaps it is just me, to let go of those precious moments that only we get to have while you are safe inside, whirling, twirling, and kicking out your own special little patterns. I will miss laying there at night after everyone else is asleep feeling you dance around in your own private suit. I will miss resting my hands on you and having you stretch and kick against my palms. I will miss the bond. These moments where I am closer to you than I will ever be again. I will miss it all. 

I guess I will miss keeping you selfishly to myself. :)

But there are people out here that are so eager to meet you. It wouldn't be fair if I deprived them of you much longer. Your Daddy and brothers are all so excited, and ask after you daily. Parker and Sebastian want to know when you are coming. All I can tell them is that you will be here when you are ready. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps next week. But very soon.

Then life will never be the same again. You will be here, and everything I've known will change. It will change for the better, of that I am sure, but there will be so much change. I'm ready. I think I'm ready. I'd better be ready, because it's almost time.

When I say things will never be the same again, please know that I don't mean that in anything except the best way. Everything will change. It's happened twice before, in the moments that I first welcomed your brothers into the world, and everything changes...For the better. It all changes for the better. It can be scary. I'm a little scared about how you are going to change our family. My life. But I am oh so excited too!

I can't wait to meet you, Bean! When the time comes, remember, we're in this together. Labor will be only a moment in time, and then you'll be in my arms. That's when the real adventure will begin.

I love you. Forever. See you soon.

Love,
Mommy

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Final Predictions

I made it! Here we are. It's October. I wanted Bean to make it to October, and s/he has obliged. It's nine days until my "guess date", and while I don't know if Baby Bean will be "on time" or "late", (After Bash, I don't even consider "early" as an option anymore.) I feel it is time to take one more opportunity to review the 2014 round of predictions and take any last minute bets. 

We covered a ton of Old Wive's Tales and other methods of prediction this time around. With the help of my readers and some in depth Google searches, I came up with many methods that I hadn't covered during the first Gender Prediction Project. I believe the final count was fifteen posts for the Gender Prediction Project Two covering over 60 different ways to predict the sex of your upcoming baby. That's a lot of Old Wive's Tales!

If you missed any of our previous posts, don't worry. This is your chance to catch up, because I'm going to cover all of the Old Wive's Tales from The Gender Prediction Project in this post. Sometime after Bean arrives I will do a Wrap Up where I review which methods were spot on and which didn't quite hit the mark.

I'm looking forward to finally holding the little person who has been kicking around in there all these weeks, not in the least because we'll finally know if we have a beautiful little girl or another amazing little boy! Until that happy moment arrives here are the Final Predictions! Enjoy!














































*Remember, if you haven't done so yet, you can still go and vote on our online baby pool to let us know what you think we'll be having. The pool will be open until Bean arrives, and at that time points will be awarded for whoever's guesses were the closest. Come get in on the fun!*


Gender Prediction Project: Part Fifteen




Final Prediction Count:



I know in my last post I had the final count at 37 for boys, but when I was doing this final predictions post I found that I had miscounted several posts back. It's bound to happen every once in awhile. :) 



So, there you have it! Above you have the final prediction for The Gender Prediction Project: Part Two. Any day now we will know which of the methods of prediction were correct got lucky in their guesses and which didn't. I genuinely look forward to reporting the results after Bean arrives! Keep an eye out. Very soon there will be pictures of our beautiful little boy or girl Earth side! I can't wait to show him/her off!

Until next time, happy predicting! :)

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Friday, September 19, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Part Fifteen

I have only three weeks until Baby Bean's "guess date". I admit, I'm exhausted. I'm not sure exactly why I thought that being 9 months pregnant and teaching my two very active little boys every day would be a good idea, but I certainly feel like it's taking it's toll on me. In a good way though. I am exhausted at night, but I can lay there and feel my newest little kicking and twirling while going over in my mind whatever I was able to teach and do with my older littles that day...It's a good kind of exhausted. (The having to get up to pee 4,000 times a night isn't helping much though, and that isn't fun.)

I think this will probably be our last edition of the Gender Prediction Project this time around. After all, though I have given Bean very firm orders that s/he is not to even think about coming before October arrives (12 days from now at the earliest), we all know that babies will come when babies will come. Considering I am not yet completely packed or fully ready for this newest little, and considering the fact that it is the exact opposite of what I want, this baby could come any time now.

I am going to try and relax and enjoy these last few weeks as much as possible. (And, of course, I will be posting a final predictions count in a special blog before bean arrives so that everyone can see where we stand before the happy day.)



Smell of Garlic

You won't be able to do this one if you are a vampire. Sorry to any fanged readers I might have out there. ;) According to the Old Wives, if a pregnant woman eats a clove of garlic and the smell doesn't come out of her pores, it's a little girl! If the odor of garlic is absolutely seeping from her, it's a boy. Easy peasy, unless of course you are a normal person who doesn't go around chomping on cloves of garlic on the regular.

I'm not sure who would want to do this. I certainly didn't. In fact, I couldn't quite bring myself to eat a clove of garlic. I enjoy the fact that my husband and children like to snuggle and kiss me far too much to put that at risk. :) I do, however, still eat garlic in some things, so I decided that would just have to be enough for this one. You could argue that I can't accurately predict this one, because I'm not actually munching on a clove of garlic, but I'm just not doing it people. If you want to try it and tell me your results that's fine, but I'm not going to sit around and snack on garlic like I would grapes. (Oh, grapes sound yummy! I might have to go get some grapes!)

So far as I was willing to participate in this one, it is predicting that we will have a little girl any time now. While I eat garlic in several things, I have never noticed an odor, and neither has my husband. So, take that for what you will. I will be taking it with a clove of garlic. ;)


Clumsy Oaf of Graceful Swan?

I have never been what you would call a graceful person. Perhaps this is because I am destined to have only boys, because the Old Wives say that if you are clumsy it means you will have a boy. If you are graceful all signs point to a girl. I don't necessarily turn into more of a klutz while I'm pregnant, but I certainly don't glide around like the Duchess of Cambridge either! Heels? Forget about it! 

This was accurate for both boys, and I suppose this means that we can expect another little boy in our home very, very soon. 


What's In A Name?

If you listen to the Old Wives, the sex can be found in a name, or at least in the names you and your partner can agree on. Legend has it, if you can only agree on girl names, you will be blessed with a girl. If you are only able to agree on boy names, a little boy will be yours. That's very simple, and convenient too! 

What happens if you can't agree on a name at all, because that's where my husband and I are at only 21 days before our little is "expected" to come? Of course, this could also be another argument for why my husband and I will only have boys, because we have a much easier time agreeing on boy names than we do on girl names. (Though we are having a tough time with it this time around. I think this means my boy name should automatically win, since he hasn't come up with one. :) Logic.) Girl names? Let's just say, if Bean is a girl, I really hope she comes out with the perfect name written across her forehead, because she might be nameless for life otherwise.  

Since we have an easier time with the boy names, it was accurate with both of our older children, I'm going to call this another one in the books for a little boy joining our family any time now.


The Aggressive One?

This one is very, very simple. Who was the "aggressor" at conception? The sex of your child will be the opposite.

I can't believe I'm even going here.  

I have family who reads this, so I am not going into any detail at all. Let's just say that this has been fairly accurate so far, and we should have a girl when Bean arrives. 



Well, there you have it! The Gender Prediction Project 2014 has come to a close! The final count has team boy in the lead with 37 predictions for a little boy vs. 26 predictions for a little girl. If you missed any of the fifteen posts, don't worry. I will be posting a "Final Predictions" post shortly that will cover everything in one prediction filled explosion! Until then, remember that you can still go to our online baby poll to give your opinion on what you think we will have, and keep your eyes open for Bean's birth announcement! It really could be any time now. (Though I would appreciate it if s/he waited until October.)

Until then, happy predicting!

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*Disclaimer: This, and all posts for The Gender Prediction Project, is something I am doing for fun. I am not a doctor, and I make no claims that these methods of sex prediction work. This should in no way shape or form be taken seriously. Please do not go out and buy clothes, furniture, toys, paint, or wallpaper based on any of the prediction methods you see here. These blog posts should be taken with a grain of salt, and if you choose to participate in them along with me, realize that there is no way to know the sex of your baby 100% until they are in your arms and you are looking at the evidence with your own two eyes. Even ultrasounds can be wrong, so join in at your own risk! ;) Happy predicting!*

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Friday, September 12, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Part Fourteen: You Decide Results

Less than a month to go until we should be meeting our little Bean. Saying I am excited would be the worst of understatements, but I am not sure that there is adequate verbage in the English language to describe my feelings. Everyone in the Gordon household is anticipating Bean's arrival with an enthusiasm that mirrors Christmas or a birthday! (Okay, the boys might not be quite as excited as they are for Christmas, but the excitement is still very real!)

Today we're going to review something I first posted about back in July where I asked you for your opinion. What do you think Bean will be when s/he arrives? I've posted a few reminders for people to go and cast their votes on our online baby pool, and today is the day we find out the results! (Up until now at least. You are still able to go vote if you want. Once Bean arrives there will be points assigned and a "winner" is chosen based on whose guesses were closest. Good luck!)  



Popular Opinion

*drum roll please* According to you, Baby Bean will be a little BOY! Team boy didn't win by much though, having only 53% of the votes vs. 47% for team girl. I'm not sure how much of that opinion was based on what people want us to have and how much was based on educated guesses, but the Old Wives seemed to give some weight to public opinion so I figured that I would too. I honestly don't remember what most people thought with Parker, and I know there was a strong push for girl with Bash, (including from myself) so public opinion has at least a 50% fail rate with us. Either way, it will be interesting to see if the public was right this time around in predicting that we'll have a little boy in just about a month!

Thank you for voting. We will see how right you are very soon. 

*Feel free to keep voting on our online baby pool if you haven't already, or if you just want to add another guess. ;) I'll be keeping the pool open until Bean arrives and will give the final results for this, and all of our "predictions" in a post baby edition of the Gender Prediction Project.* 



Only one prediction method this week, yours, and it added another notch in the belt for the boys. Our current count is now 35 predictions for a boy and 24 predictions for a little girl. Not many more weeks for predicting before Bean will be here in my arms! I can't wait to share him/her with the world.



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*Disclaimer: This, and all posts for The Gender Prediction Project, is something I am doing for fun. I am not a doctor, and I make no claims that these methods of sex prediction work. This should in no way shape or form be taken seriously. Please do not go out and buy clothes, furniture, toys, paint, or wallpaper based on any of the prediction methods you see here. These blog posts should be taken with a grain of salt, and if you choose to participate in them along with me, realize that there is no way to know the sex of your baby 100% until they are in your arms and you are looking at the evidence with your own two eyes. Even ultrasounds can be wrong, so join in at your own risk! ;) Happy predicting!*



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Friday, September 5, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Lucky Part Thirteen

Wowza, what a week it has been! Parker started Kindergarten this week, where he goes to the Home School Academy one day a week and then schools with my at home in our very own Curious Quill Academy for the rest of the week. There is a learning curve to this home school thing, and I am far from having it all figured out even after doing it last year. We had a lot of fun though, and I'm hoping that we'll be into enough of a rhythm by the time Bean arrives that it won't disrupt us too much. *crossing fingers, toes, and eyes*

Now it is Friday though! School is over for the week, it's Michael's day off so he's getting some quality time in with the boys, (Thank you so much, amazing husband, for taking them to the grocery with you so I could sit here in a silent house and just breath.) and I can take a few moments to put up my feet, sip on some Postum (wish it was a glass of wine), and publish the latest edition of The Gender Prediction Project! Lucky number 13! (Which really is my lucky number, in case anyone was wondering.)

I am 35 weeks pregnant today, which means I also have 35 days until my "expected due date". I don't give a ton of credit to EDDs. After all, only something like 5% of women deliver on that magical date, so it's really just a "guess date". I'm hoping I don't go early, or at least not too early, and have fully prepared myself to go late. (After Sebastian came when he did I would be a fool not to prepare to have another late little!) Either way, I think we still have plenty of time to get some more fun predictions in before Bean bursts Earth side. Let's make these last few weeks count, shall we?



Mistress Mary, Quite Contrary, How Does Your Leg Hair Grow?

I made myself giggle with that up there. ;) Sorry. It matters though, at least for this prediction. Believe it or not, it can tell you the sex of your baby! Who knew, right? The Old Wives knew. According to them, if your leg hair is growing faster it is because of the little boy in your womb. If the rate of your hair growth is slower than usual it is because of your daughter.

I never noticed it growing any faster with either of the boys. I can't say 100% that it didn't, but I don't remember it. All I can say is that, to the best of my recollection, this has a 0% accuracy rate for us so far. This time around I've noticed that my hair seems to be growing at a slower pace than usual, which is good since I've spent much of the Summer in skirts and shorts, which would mean that Bean is a little girl if the Old Wives are correct.


Lean or Large?

I'm asking about your legs again. If you have noticed a difference in their shape or size it might be able to tell you the sex of your little womb dweller. If you are noticing that your legs are looking leaner first off, lucky lady! Secondly, it is supposed to mean that you will be welcoming a little girl into your family very soon. Have your legs been getting bigger? If so, they say you can expect a little boy before long. 

I can't, for the life of me, remember what my legs looked like with the boys. Heck, I probably went days at a time without even seeing them, so it's not really surprising that I have no clue what was going on with my legs. I lost a significant amount of weight with both of them, so I can only assume that my legs looked smaller, but I'm not comfortable guessing either. I'm sorry, but I have no idea what the accuracy rate of this one is for us so far. Maybe I'll go back at some point and look at pictures. (I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for it though.)

I'm losing weight this pregnancy too, so it would make sense that my legs look leaner, and sometimes I think they do. Sometimes I think they look larger, though Michael assures me that I am crazy and I look great. (I think husbands might be obligated to compliment their pregnant wives, so I'm not sure how accurate his statements are.) I think that I might actually be swelling some days, which never happened with the boys, and would explain why some days I think they look larger and some days I think they look leaner. If I look at myself 100% objectively (which is pretty much impossible to do, by the way) I guess I would say that they look leaner the majority of the time, which would make this another prediction for a little girl in my life. (I could change my mind about this tomorrow though. Be prepared.)


To Sleep or Not To Sleep? 

Insomnia. What pregnant woman hasn't suffered from insomnia at some point? Especially now, at almost 9 months pregnant, I have to wake up every single time I want to roll over. (Rolling over at 8+ months pregnant should be an Olympic sport. I'm serious. You have to wake up, then sort of grab your belly, and then you have to work and huff and puff to get it to come along with you while you move. It's not pretty, but it's impressive!) 

I suffered from insomnia with both boys. It wasn't just frequent waking (either to roll over or pee, your choice), but there were some nights that I was 100% incapable of actually falling asleep. I was exhausted, though I also enjoyed those moments, in the wee hours of the morning, laying there as my little one tumbled, kicked, and wiggled inside. Knowing that I would get to hold them in my arms soon, but also knowing that I would never be quite this close to them again. They were beautiful moments, even if they left me with impressive bags under my eyes. I wouldn't give up those moments for anything. They do mean that this has a 0% accuracy rate for us up to this point.

This pregnancy I'm at the point where I am waking frequently, and I often go to bed much later than I should, but I also have no issues falling back to sleep once I have either rolled over or peed. :) I also would have zero issues curling up to take a mid-afternoon nap if that was ever an option for me. I'm tired, and I don't feel like I'm getting enough sleep, but I also don't feel like I'm suffering from insomnia. That means that Bean should be a little boy, right? We'll see very, very soon.



The ladies won another post. I'm shocked. That's two in a row, with 2 predictions for a girl against only 1 prediction for a boy this time. Overall, the boys are still in the lead with 34 for a boy in comparison to only 24 for a girl so far. The gap is closing, slowly, but it's closing. 

Do not forget to get your own vote in on our online baby poll! I will be reviewing the results on the blog in a week or two, so get your's in now! 


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*Disclaimer: This, and all posts for The Gender Prediction Project, is something I am doing for fun. I am not a doctor, and I make no claims that these methods of sex prediction work. This should in no way shape or form be taken seriously. Please do not go out and buy clothes, furniture, toys, paint, or wallpaper based on any of the prediction methods you see here. These blog posts should be taken with a grain of salt, and if you choose to participate in them along with me, realize that there is no way to know the sex of your baby 100% until they are in your arms and you are looking at the evidence with your own two eyes. Even ultrasounds can be wrong, so join in at your own risk! ;) Happy predicting!*

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Friday, August 29, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Part Twelve

Sorry. It's been a little longer than I had planned between posts. August is a busy month for us around here even when we aren't trying to prepare for a new baby. :) I skipped it last week because of all of Sebastian's birthday festivities, (I can't believe he's three!) but I'm back and excited about this week's predictions! You might even get two posts of predictions this week. Who knows? (Maybe not. This week is the beginning of our school year, and Parker will be headed off to his first day at the Home School Academy on Tuesday! Expect a teary post. Or two.)

Don't forget to go and make your own prediction on our online baby pool. I will be reviewing those predictions in a post sometime in September. What you think matters. ;)



Dull or Bright?

Warning: If you are adverse to discussing bodily fluids, skip this one. I'm about to discuss urine. 

Most of us know that the color of our urine says a lot about our hydration, which is an important thing to keep track of even when you aren't pregnant, but the Old Wives have added another meaning to your urine color. They say it can tell you the sex of your unborn little. Cool right? Or gross. I'm leaning more towards gross, but I felt that I needed to add this one to the Gender Prediction Project or else how could I honestly say that my "research" was as accurate as possible?

Is your urine dull and pale? Apparently, there is something about female hormones that cause this, meaning you can expect to have a little girl in your arms in just a few months. Is the color of your urine bright and cheery? Thank the little boy growing in your uterus. (Or drink some more water, because you need it.) 

I have no idea what this was for the boys. I honestly didn't want to spend any more time than necessary peering into a toilet bowl, so I avoided it at all costs. This time around I've been paying more attention, because I take this work very seriously, and I can happily report that I seem to be getting enough to drink this Summer. In Old Wive's terms: I can expect a little girl in 6 weeks or so. 


Little Red Riding Hood?

This has nothing to do with a cloak or cape, but I'm running out of clever ways to name these predictions. I hope you can forgive me. This prediction concerns your hair instead of a cape. More specifically, it concerns your hair's highlights. (Natural highlights, not highlights that you got at the salon. Sorry ladies.) According to the "experts", if your hair starts to develop reddish highlights during your pregnancy it means that you will be having a little girl. Any other color, or no highlights at all, and you will have a little boy. Simple, right?

Most people experience some change in their hair color during the Summer months, particularly if you are one of those people who spend a ton of time outside. Often people with darker hair will notice that they get a series of sun kissed blond highlights over the course of the Summer. (And they will pay big bucks to keep those year round too. ;) ) I've never been one of those people. When my hair starts getting it's Summer time highlights they are always more auburn or reddish. This year has been no different. Based on that, I should have a little girl in October. However, my hair always does this, so it could just be how I'm made and have exactly nothing to do with my growing little. (I'm leaning towards the latter theory, but you never know.) 


Linea Nigra

Even if you have never seen one, I am sure you have heard of it. That dark, vertical line that about 75% of women get on their stomachs during pregnancy. It's the linea nigra, or "black line" in the Latin. (Though it's really more of a brownish color.) Scientifically, it's caused by the same hormone that causes darker nipples when released by the placenta. Non-Scientifically, it can tell you the sex of your unborn child.   

Some women only get this line from their belly button down. (I suppose it would also be possible to get it from only your belly button up, but I've never seen it.) This is a "half" linea nigra, and it predicts a little girl for you according to the Old Wives. It is also possible to get a "full" linea nigra, which stretches the entire height of your stomach, belly button down and belly button up, and it predicts a little boy for you. Congratulations.

What about that other 25% though? Those women who don't get a linea nigra? Again, Science says that the lighter your natural pigmentation the less likely you are to have the linea nigra, and that seems to be true for me at least. I'm pale enough to reflect sunlight at a blinding level, and I've never even had a hint of the line. Unfortunately for me, and anyone else who has the same issue, this means that there is no way to predict the sex of our baby using this method. Luckily there are many, many other Old Wive's Tales to help us out. For the rest of you, what are you predicted? Does/did your line say that you have a little girl or a baby boy on the way? Is it accurate? The 25% are curious. :)


My Heart Burns For You!

...Or because I've recently eaten a salad. Either way, it burns! There is a bright side to the pain though. The Old Wive's think that heartburn can tell you many things about pregnancy, one of those being the sex. Is everything from wings to water making you feel like your insides are on fire? Blame your daughter. No heartburn regardless of what your cravings are and you can thank your new son. 

Despite the complete and total misdiagnosis of my severe gallbladder issues as "heartburn" during both of my previous pregnancies, (and after) I didn't actually experience heartburn during either of my first two pregnancies. Since both of my boys are very much little boys, I can say that this prediction method has 100% accuracy for us so far. Though I, thankfully, have no gallbladder/Pancreatitis issues this pregnancy, (Thank God I finally found someone who could take care of it for me!) I have experienced heartburn this time around. Not much at the beginning, but as Bean has grown so have my instances of heartburn. It's a new, and not entirely welcome experience for me, but it means that the Old Wive's would predict a little girl for us this time around.  

Heartburn is also said to be an indication about how much hair your babies have. I had a sizing scan last month, and the tech went out of her way to mention how much hair she saw. I laughed and said I would believe it when I saw it. Of all the things my children have, mass amounts of hair is not one of them. :) (Though Sebastian's was so dark that it seemed like a ton of hair compared to his brother, who was white blond at birth.)



Unusually, this post heavily leans towards team girl! As a matter of fact, our of 4 Old Wive's Tales in this post, there are NO predictions for a little boy, 3 predictions for a little girl, and 1 method that doesn't apply to me. The boys are still in the lead overall, with a total of 33 predictions for a boy vs. 22 predictions for a girl. (The ladies finally broke into the 20s!) If slow and steady wins the race maybe the girls have a chance of closing the gap a little more over the next several weeks. I wouldn't bet any money on it, but it could happen. ;)

Until next time, happy predicting!  

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*Disclaimer: This, and all posts for The Gender Prediction Project, is something I am doing for fun. I am not a doctor, and I make no claims that these methods of sex prediction work. This should in no way shape or form be taken seriously. Please do not go out and buy clothes, furniture, toys, paint, or wallpaper based on any of the prediction methods you see here. These blog posts should be taken with a grain of salt, and if you choose to participate in them along with me, realize that there is no way to know the sex of your baby 100% until they are in your arms and you are looking at the evidence with your own two eyes. Even ultrasounds can be wrong, so join in at your own risk! ;) Happy predicting!*

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Monday, August 11, 2014

The Gender Prediction Project Two: Part Eleven

We have a little less than two months to go before Baby Bean will be here Earth side. As a matter of fact, yesterday was exactly two months until my "due" date, though I am not sure the baby cares about predicted dates much. The boys certainly didn't. (Though Parker was closer than Bash was by quite a bit.) I am very excited, and a little impatient, but I have a lot to keep me busy in the next 8 weeks. (Including finishing up the nursery, Parker starting school, and our Halloween costumes.) Bean can take all the time s/he needs. As much as I look forward to holding him/her, I'm not in a rush either. I'm enjoying being pregnant.



Can't Get Enough OJ!

Who knew that juice cravings could help you figure out your baby's sex? The Old Wives knew. ;) If you can't get enough of the sweet, fruity drink (pulpy or not, doesn't matter) then you are expecting a little girl. If you absolutely hate orange juice and everything it stands for, you can expect a little boy. It doesn't make sense, but I think it is safe to say that I've come to the conclusion that it doesn't have to with these predictions. They just are what they are. 

I've never hated orange juice, but I don't remember craving it more than usual with the boys. Of course, no one said you had to crave it, just that you had to like/love it. I suppose that makes this tale one that has been completely wrong for us so far. I've enjoyed, and even craved, a fair amount of OJ during Bean's gestation, which would mean that I should be having a little girl in just a few short weeks. 


Pinocchio

This prediction has nothing to do with your nose getting longer, but everything to do with it getting wider. (Why do so many of these predictions have to do with your looks?! Maybe it's not just in recent years that society has had an obsession with how women look. Hmmm.) If your nose looks the same as it did before you got pregnant then you will be having a little lady. If your nose has gotten wider or spread then it is because you are having a little lad

I can only assume that this would have something to do with hormones or water retention. I'm guessing though. I really have no clue. I also have no experience, as my nose never spread with either boy, making this another prediction with a 0% accuracy rate for us. This time around...Well, judge for yourself.


I don't think my nose has widened at all during this pregnancy. I feel that it looks the same as it always has, so I call this prediction for a little girl. I guess we'll see soon. 


Oh, My Head!

Headaches are a real pain. (Ha! I made a funny!) It can be even worse when you are pregnant, because you have to sit there, head pounding, trying to figure out if you have any kind of pain relief in your medicine cabinet that is safe for pregnancy. (And you never seem to either! Or maybe that's just me...)

Headaches are no fun, but they might lend you some insight about the sex of your unborn baby. Rumor has it that having no headaches is a very promising sign for a little girl in your future. If your can't seem to shake those headaches no matter what you do, it's because you're having a little boy

This one has been about 50% accurate for both of my previous pregnancies. I had several migraines with Parker that left me in bed for the entire day, and he is most certainly a little boy. I don't think I had even one headache while pregnant with Sebastian, and he is also very much a boy. This pregnancy the headaches have been unforgiving. I've had at least 2 a week, and they don't seem to have any idea why. I look forward to delivering, and hope that will bring them to an end, even if it doesn't bring me another little boy


Mugs & Jugs

This actually has nothing to do with jugs, though I suppose the same tale could apply to an old jug with a handle. Much like the tale about how a mother picks up a key, this OWT wants to know how you pick up your mug. If you grab it by the body it means a little girl and if you grab it by the handle it means a little boy

Since I am usually drinking a hot beverage if I am drinking it from a mug I almost always would pick it up by the handle. Just makes sense, right? Because of that, I guess I can say that this has a 100% accuracy rate  for us so far. I can also say that it is predicting that we will have another little boy in two months, but this seems like rather flimsy logic to base my child's sex on. Of course, it's not like most of these OWTs seem to be rooted in deep logic either, so I'm not sure that matters much at all.

All this talk of mugs has made me want some tea though. :)



Another week, and another strong push for team blue. (Isn't it always?) With 2 predictions for a little boy against 2 predictions for a little girl, this week is split 50/50. If we add it to the previous weeks though, the boys still have an impressive lead, with 33 total predictions for a boy vs. only 19 predictions for a little girl. I'm starting to doubt that the ladies will have a chance to catch up in the few weeks we have left, but it will be fun to see what happens! 

Until next week, happy predicting!


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*Disclaimer: This, and all posts for The Gender Prediction Project, is something I am doing for fun. I am not a doctor, and I make no claims that these methods of sex prediction work. This should in no way shape or form be taken seriously. Please do not go out and buy clothes, furniture, toys, paint, or wallpaper based on any of the prediction methods you see here. These blog posts should be taken with a grain of salt, and if you choose to participate in them along with me, realize that there is no way to know the sex of your baby 100% until they are in your arms and you are looking at the evidence with your own two eyes. Even ultrasounds can be wrong, so join in at your own risk! ;) Happy predicting!*

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