Okay, I’m just going to put this out there. I think I’m having a boy. I’m certain anyone reading this blog already knows that, but this is more for posterity’s sake, I suppose. The majority of my friends and family agree with me – good job, guys. Don’t want to make the pregnant lady angry, do you? I have a couple friends who are dissenting, voting for a girl, but I think it’s just because they want to get a rise out of me. I have lots of good reasons for thinking it’s a boy, but I’m not going to go into them now. Just one is standing out to me since the past week.
Last night my friend, who is also pregnant, texted me and asked if I was feeling any “fluttering” in the belly region. Although I’d been waiting so long to feel the baby, I’d forgotten to tell her that I actually had. I responded that yes, I was feeling the baby, but later realized that she had used that funny word: “fluttering”. Baby websites tell you that you may feel this sensation so I was prepared for the feeling of a butterfly farm taking up residence in my abdomen. Not the case. It feels more like a mix between a bubble and a gentle rumble. This is why I think my baby is a boy. Boys don’t flutter. Boys tumble, fall, bump into things. Whoever is in my belly right now is randomly bumping around from side to side. Maybe he’s building a tree house or playing soccer. I don’t know. But I’ll find out in a week when I get another professional look at my insides. And this will confirm, I’m sure, my suspicions. But if not, I will be happily – very – surprised.