Is it a boy or girl?
Today it seems old school for parents-to-be to wait all those months until their baby is born just to discover the gender of the little monster, I mean youngster. Well I had one of each, back in the olden days of 1997 and 1999. But I knew. I didn't need an ultrasound to tell me who was in there. Baby One was a boy, guaranteed. I was up for doing something. All the time. Anytime. I played tennis in my ninth month, rarely dropping the ball. And if I did, I'd just roll it up my leg with the racket to save me from bending over which I couldn't do to save my life. And talk about frisky. When they say that men basically have a one-track mind, uh, I get it now. It was difficult to stay focused. I'd be at work, trying to write, or get dialling the number for my next phone interview. My mind would drift back to the default. Darned testosterone! But I miss the steady stream of energy my tiny growing baby boy gave his momma. One thing threw me off, though. Early on I banned bacon from the house. Couldn't stomach the smell of it. So in the end, the day I became a mom, I must admit, there was still that element of surprise.
Baby Two was a girl, I knew it. But how? One word … comfort. Even once she could talk, the house knew it was her bedtime when she called out, "I want mommy comforts!". This pregnancy was entirely different than the first. I didn't feel like doing something sporty after breakfast, lunch or dinner, which was, of course, often comfort food. How 'bout something cozy like watching a movie under a blanket on the reclining sofa with snacks and a warm drink on the side table. If there was a onesy for pregnant women, I'd have ordered one for each day of the week. I'd have a special drive-thru onesy for when I was craving a KFC chicken breast sandwich. Well I didn't need to wear street clothes because there was no way I was going into a fast food restaurant to sit on a cold, hard plastic chair. That would interrupt the coziness that I enjoyed from the comfort of my family van's bucket seat. I truly believe drive-thru's were designed for women carrying baby girls. When I was pregnant with my son, people stopped me on the street to tell me the gender of my baby. "Dear, you're carrying high. You're having a boy." And, "from behind I couldn't even tell you were pregnant. But from here, holy crap, you certainly are!" So later in my second pregnancy I often checked the mirror. Am I carrying low? Am I as wide as a cow expecting twins? I'd throw my hands in the air and proceed to sprinkle extra bacon and mozzarella on the mac and cheese casserole then slide it into the oven. Ding! Time to take the blankie out of the dryer. Ahhhhhhh.
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Ruby3881 wrote on June 2, 2015, 10:35 PM
I have three girls and a boy, and was pregnant with my first two around the same time you were. With my first, it was garlic that was banned. And with all four, I leaned towards lactose intolerance. That was tough!
MelissaE wrote on June 3, 2015, 6:07 PM
Excellent post on a great idea. Your development is adequate. Each paragraph could probably be worked into a longer piece.
1Mommyjen wrote on June 3, 2015, 8:37 PM
Most people think that I am carrying a baby boy. At five months my OB told me that I am having a baby girl. From day one, my husband already claimed that we'll be having a baby girl because he really wants a baby girl.
I am few weeks due and yes, like you I would rather lie down in bed or read a good book while eating quarter pounder, potato chips or pizza. I am just too lazy to move around.
istory wrote on June 8, 2015, 2:23 PM
Awww, a little baby girl. Enjoy, you two :)
istory wrote on June 8, 2015, 2:25 PM
Banning garlic, that's almost sacrilege! Lol. With my first, it was anything orange … curry, cheezies, orange crush, creamsicles. I still crave all that stuff!
Mommyjen wrote on June 9, 2015, 10:43 AM
Thanks istory
Ruby3881 wrote on June 9, 2015, 7:31 PM
I know! And we are usually heavy on the garlic, in our cooking.
My MIL was into fudgsicles when she had her girls. With one of the, it was about all she could keep down...
valmnz wrote on June 13, 2015, 6:39 PM
Oh yes, life w straightforward back then. I'm glad we didn't have to live with the intensity Today's parents do.
1istory wrote on June 14, 2015, 12:44 AM
Fudgsicles are the best treat. They take us back to beinf a kid on summer break.
Ruby3881 wrote on June 14, 2015, 5:30 PM
I ate a ton of them when I was pregnant, but my absolute favourite was lime popsicles