It appears that trying to guess what the sex of Wiggly could be a game. And so? Now it is! I will give you the following information and you Internets can crunch away at the information and apply all kinds of physics theories and old wives tales to it to see what the little one may be.
Here is what I know – and for those of you who have been following along on this little adventure, some of this may be repetitive:
My skin looks the best it ever has
Crushing nausea the entire damn first trimester — almost no eating for awhile
Only sort of tired during the day
Meat, meat, meat and more meat. And also? Peanut butter.
Everyone seems to be calling Wiggly a “he” when they refer to him/her
NO fruit, milk, fish, shrimp or chicken
NO spicy foods (which totally pisses me off)
Some ice cream (strawberry preferred, but not great)
Just now getting an interest in sweets again – but limited
No heartburn to speak of
Not terribly weepy (except for severe situations)
Official due date: August 7th (this will not be the actual birth date, though)
My age: 35
Husband’s age: 51
I know I can’t have it, but if I COULD, I’d REALLY love to have a glass of wine. White preferably, which is not usually the case. I’m a Red Girl.
Okay! That’s it. Now it’s YOUR turn! Any guesses? Comment away! The winners will get, uh, something – which I will now begin to work on…hmmm…
And, yes, I will tell you the correct answer. I am NOT one of those “Oh we want to be surprised because when do you ever get to have such a wonderful surprise when you’re an adult” kind of people. I am much more a “By G-d what color paint am I buying and I need to get my head wrapped around the idea of either girly-girl issues or little-boy rambunctiousness” kind of chick.
But you knew that, huh?