Since Y and I have decided to keep the sex of our baby a surprise, everyone’s been having plenty of fun trying to guess if baby is a boy or a girl. From my colleagues to our families to even the aunty who runs the beauty salon next door at work, people just keep coming up to me and declaring their verdicts.
Most of them don’t even explain why they think it’s one or the other, though our families seem to be going by the theory that a small, neat and sharp-ish bump indicates a boy. But I’m glad everyone’s getting in on the fun. In fact, the office has even started a betting pool to guess baby’s sex and the date of birth. So far, the majority seems to think we could be having a boy, so if it turns out otherwise, those four people who bet baby girl are in for a treat.
Both our mums are also leaning towards boy, although I must add that all their guesses are followed by a “but”. As in, “I think it’s a boy but I thought your sister was a boy too because my bump was so neat when I was carrying her” (my mum). And, “It looks like it could be a boy but I was so sure [Y's sister] was a boy too until she came out” (my mum-in-law).
As for hubby and myself, our first guess was that we’re having a boy. Hubby was so sure we even bought boys’ clothes when we got a voucher that we had to spend before the end of last year. Recently, though, I’ve been thinking it might be a girl, and hubby woke up one morning last week convinced of the same. So we’ll see. One of my new-mummy friends told me the woman always knows instinctively, but I think my instincts are just as confused as I am.
