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Seventeen weeks and counting, twenty three more and there will be another one of us about.
Everyone keeps asking me if I want a boy or a girl, I keep saying girl because of the possibility of “hand me downs” from the Butterfly. Rather cost effective. But I have no illusions, just because I say I want a girl we’ll have a boy. Mother Nature has a wicked sense of irony! The Mauritian confessed to not being sure if he wants a boy or a girl, he’s used to girls so another one would be easier but a boy would be nice to carry on the family name. Ask the Butterfly if she wants a baby brother or sister she’ll tell you with conviction a brother one day and “a tista” the next day. My life long friend says she’s praying for a girl because she doesn’t like the boy’s name we have chosen. That really is one for the books, my lifelong friend praying, yeah right! My Auckland Angel says it’s a boy only because once I confessed to feeling hungry all day long. Our Chinese friend with his knowledge of eastern medicines and homeopathic healing sat one night and felt the pulse in both my wrists and declared we were having a girl. My favourite school friend always says if little boys are drawn to you while you are pregnant you are having a girl, in which case we’re having a boy because my neighbours little boy screamed “blue murder” when I went to visit them a few days ago. Suspend a crystal on a piece of string above the expectant mother’s wrist, or wait was it suspend a diamond, anyway its one of those two. If it turns anticlockwise, it’s a girl if it turns clockwise it’s a boy, or is that visa versa. Any way the point is that’s another way of telling the sex of the unborn child, just don’t ask me to do it. If the foetal heart rate is 140bpm it’s a girl, 160bpm indicates it’s a boy. In which case when I went for my 12 week scan it was a girl but a week later at my midwife visit it was a boy. If you’re carrying in the back it’s a girl, carry in the front, boy. What is it when you are carrying all over? I’ve even heard of people going for psychic readings to find out the sex of the child. The awesome thing about all these crazy ways to determine the sex of the baby is that they all have an equal chance of being right or wrong.
Back home it is unusual to come across a couple who are willing to wait until birth to know the baby’s sex, here at world’s end waiting till birth is the norm. I don’t know if I want to know the sex, I think half the fun is in the speculation and having a name for both sexes just in case. When I was pregnant with the Butterfly I was adamant that I did not want to know but on instinct during a scan I asked. I have no idea what made me ask but I have never regretted the decision, at the time there were so many reason why knowing she was a she was a good thing. This time neither the Mauritian nor I care really if it’s a boy or girl as long as it’s healthy and has all its fingers and toes. (Which I already know it has because at the first scan the doctor was able to see and count each individual digit.)
Everyone keeps asking me if I want a boy or a girl, I keep saying girl because of the possibility of “hand me downs” from the Butterfly. Rather cost effective. But I have no illusions, just because I say I want a girl we’ll have a boy. Mother Nature has a wicked sense of irony! The Mauritian confessed to not being sure if he wants a boy or a girl, he’s used to girls so another one would be easier but a boy would be nice to carry on the family name. Ask the Butterfly if she wants a baby brother or sister she’ll tell you with conviction a brother one day and “a tista” the next day. My life long friend says she’s praying for a girl because she doesn’t like the boy’s name we have chosen. That really is one for the books, my lifelong friend praying, yeah right! My Auckland Angel says it’s a boy only because once I confessed to feeling hungry all day long. Our Chinese friend with his knowledge of eastern medicines and homeopathic healing sat one night and felt the pulse in both my wrists and declared we were having a girl. My favourite school friend always says if little boys are drawn to you while you are pregnant you are having a girl, in which case we’re having a boy because my neighbours little boy screamed “blue murder” when I went to visit them a few days ago. Suspend a crystal on a piece of string above the expectant mother’s wrist, or wait was it suspend a diamond, anyway its one of those two. If it turns anticlockwise, it’s a girl if it turns clockwise it’s a boy, or is that visa versa. Any way the point is that’s another way of telling the sex of the unborn child, just don’t ask me to do it. If the foetal heart rate is 140bpm it’s a girl, 160bpm indicates it’s a boy. In which case when I went for my 12 week scan it was a girl but a week later at my midwife visit it was a boy. If you’re carrying in the back it’s a girl, carry in the front, boy. What is it when you are carrying all over? I’ve even heard of people going for psychic readings to find out the sex of the child. The awesome thing about all these crazy ways to determine the sex of the baby is that they all have an equal chance of being right or wrong.
Back home it is unusual to come across a couple who are willing to wait until birth to know the baby’s sex, here at world’s end waiting till birth is the norm. I don’t know if I want to know the sex, I think half the fun is in the speculation and having a name for both sexes just in case. When I was pregnant with the Butterfly I was adamant that I did not want to know but on instinct during a scan I asked. I have no idea what made me ask but I have never regretted the decision, at the time there were so many reason why knowing she was a she was a good thing. This time neither the Mauritian nor I care really if it’s a boy or girl as long as it’s healthy and has all its fingers and toes. (Which I already know it has because at the first scan the doctor was able to see and count each individual digit.)
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