Ever since we decided not to find out if Cricket is a Crickette or Cricker, people have been scoffing. And not just at my propensity to make up words – no, they tend to be appalled that we would actually choose to be surprised by the sex of our baby. With Ella, we found out, and happily so. Her pregnancy felt so strange and precarious in those early months, and to know that the little squid in my belly was a girl – a girl I could name and picture and plan for – made it all more real. She became a person, and I began to see myself as her mother. This transition was important, and I’m not sure it would have been as easy if she had remained ‘faceless’.
With Cricket though, there was never that unfamiliarity – the urgency to put a name or face to someone I know so intimately just isn’t there. Cricket is already my child, in a way that I could not quite reach with Ella before she was born. Where I needed to know what to call Ella to make her real, knowing whether or not Cricket had a wee or a woo would almost make them less real. The child they will become, the child I would be imagining if I knew what sex Cricket is, is less real than the child that is, at the present moment, giving me a cervix twister (like a titty-twister, except a bazillion times worse). Cricket will choose her own path, be his own person. I don’t need to know what is between their legs to fall in love.
For what it’s worth though, according to this site, I have a better chance of having a boy than a girl. Damn my right breast being larger than my left. In so many situations, it is the tie breaker.
Signs that Cricket has balls (which he is probably scratching right now):
• you’re carrying all out front
• you’re carrying low
• your right breast is bigger than your left
• you tie your wedding ring to some thread, hang it over your stomach and it moves in circle
• your skin becomes dry
• you combine your age at the time of conception with the number of the month you conceived and the resulting number is even
• your pillow faces north when you sleep
• you eat a clove of garlic and the smell seeps out of your pores
Signs that Cricket is the proud owner of a vagina:
• Your baby’s heartbeat is faster than 140 beats per minute
• you suffered morning sickness during your first twelve weeks
• you crave sweet things, such as juice, fruit and sweets
• you are more moody than usual
• you’re asked to show your hands and you present them palms up
• your urine is dull yellow
• your previous child’s first word was “mama”.
And for the record, here are Tom and I’s predictions (his are in italics). I wrote mine out before asking him what his answers were, so it was nice to see that we are pretty much on the same page. I was sure he thought Cricket was a boy and would be here before Thanksgiving.
Cricket will be born on Dec 6th, in the middle of the night. Dec. 7th
I will labor and birth at home, spending most of the time in water. Our last labor was around 8 hours, so I am guessing around that long, maybe a little quicker. At home, 7 hours of labor
She will be 8lbs 6oz, and I am leaning towards a girl. A girl, 8lbs 3oz.
Want to play? Guess over here, or in the comments. Whoever is closest wins… something.