Dear Baby Mac, Now, you are the size of a lemon, and apparently, you are sucking your thumb in there. We arenât going to find out what sex you are, but get this. I just read that, if you are super hungry when youâre pregnantâas in hungry like your dad and Danny used to be when they were teenagersâthat research shows you could be expecting a boy.
Iâd be happy with either a boy or a girl. I just pray that youâre healthy.
But ⦠I kinda think you are a boy.
Well, I did. Until Lori started telling me about different ways you can tell what you are having. These ways are called old wivesâ tales, which means they are like a fairy tale and you donât really know if they are true or not. But, if you are a boy, you failed.
First, she set a key in front of me and told me to pick it up. I picked it up by the narrow part, meaning you are a girl.
Then, I had to take off my wedding ring, tie it to a piece of string, and hang it over my belly. It swung back and forth, meaning you are a girl.
She also said, because I had morning sickness, that Iâm having a girl. That means she is, too. It would be fun if you were both girls.
But I still think you are a boy.
Over the next few months, your dad and I are going to have to come up with some awesome baby names. A girlâs name is going to be hard. Itâs a tradition in my family that the firstborn girls have the middle name James, which was my great-great-grandmotherâs maiden name. My great-grandma was named Darlene James, my grandma was Elizabeth James, my mother was Veronica James, and I am Jadyn James. And although, when I was younger, I hated my name and swore Iâd never give my daughter that middle name, now, I want toâin honor of the women who came before me.