Thursday, May 23, 2013

What to do?

So its 9:30 on a Thursday night with dinner dishes still to be done. What do YOU do? I can tell you what I did, I decided to cruise the November 2013 due dates boards to see if there was anything interesting. One topic did catch my eye...How to predict baby's gender. I know, this comes up all the time. But I decided to test three-yes THREE tonight. I found instructions for all of these from a VERY reliable source-the comments on the board! Surely these good natured women understand the complex chemical structure of pregnancy. If not-well it made for one heck of a conversation.

The Baking Soda test:

"put a little bit of baking soda in the bottom of a disposable cup then add a little bit of your pee. If it fizzles (like a soft drink) then you are having a boy. If not, it's a girl."

The Red Cabbage Test: (I know right?! who knew this existed!)

"Buy a red cabbage (don't substitute green cabbage -- it won't work). Size isn't important unless you love cooked cabbage. In that case get a huge one!
Cut the cabbage into small chunks.

Result: Baking Soda-Boy, Cabbage Juice: Boy!
Boil some water. Then add it to cover the cabbage chunks. Let sit for at least ten minutes.
Drain the cabbage and KEEP THE WATER! The water should be blueish in color.
Set aside the cabbage for lunch. I suggest stir fry or stew.
Pee in a cup! Grab a cup and head to the bathroom. If you're a little squeamish, you may want to use disposable cups.
Set up the test. In a separate cup mix 1 part urine with 1 part cabbage water.
Read the test!

If the urine/water turns pink/red its a boy!"

I'd like to note-I hate cabbage, with an unreasonable passion. So Buying one specifically to mix with pee made me feel like an evil genius. Not some crazy preggo woman who spends to much time on the Internet.

Result: Boy!
Chinese Gender Chart:

Apparently it was found in a tomb-and is very accurate. It has been right with my other three children. You take your age at the time of conception-and the month you conceived. And it should like up with pink or blue. To find the month of conception (because it can be different than you're last period) take your due date, and count back 38 weeks.

So if all three say its a boy, does this mean I need to start looking at boys names, and not fantasize about my beautiful Alice?

Guess we'll just have to wait and see for next ultra sound, and even then its only if baby cooperates.

Do you know any sure fire ways? Or any boy's names suggestions? I stand by my choice of peeing in a cup over dinner dishes.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

The things I'm going to do this time around...

This is the last time I'm going to have a baby. I know it, my husband knows it. Even my oldest has VERY SPECIFICALLY asked it be the last. So we all know it. I can't say I haven't had a decent run as a baby making momma. I'm not TLC show worthy. But I definitely can't complain about my conception issues.

Previously I've poked jokes at gender reveal photos, and cheeky cakes, announcement photos, painted bellies-all of it. Why on earth would I do something like that? I have the baby that's proof enough I was excited. I kept it, named it, and am trying my hardest to take care of it.

However, now that I know this will be my last-my heart is stirring for more enjoyment this time around. Seeming as how I've managed to get to know the commode well the first 12 weeks. I'd like to make the remainder 28 a joy to remember.

So here is a list of things I'm going to do with out shame.

  1. I'm going to cry at my ultra sounds. I've always tried VERY HARD not to do it. I'm not some sappy suck! But really they've managed to find something so tiny in woman who really isn't all that tiny. And take a picture of it to show me everything is okay. The least I can do is cry in thanks that two small cells made something so perfect.
  2. We're taking belly pictures. Screw it. The ONLY TIME I've looked even remotely passable is when I'm massive with child. So on that note-screw it we're doing gender reveal photos also.
  3. I'm going to order a gender reveal cake also-for myself to eat. because cake is delicious.
  4. In the hot, hot summer, I'm going to sit in my kids pool, with my streatched marked belly out with a fan on me and watch the kids go crazy.
  5. Know what else? I'm turning on the air conditioner this year. I'm not going to try to reduce my carbon foot print, I'm going to battle preggo sweat to the best of my ability.
  6. On that note I'm going to let the kids paint my belly also. On the same day I order a cake. I might make it a weekly occurance.
  7. I'm not going to weigh myself. Not once, you can't make me.
  8. I'm going to talk to my belly. I don't know if I've done this before-but I'm going to make an effort this time. I feel baby should hear something other than me hollering at its siblings to get down/knock it off/put the cat down/ you can NOT use a knife/ no REALLY put the cat down/get off the road/ why does the dog have make up on? Well you get the picture...
  9. Screw it I'm going to cry and call my husaband everytime I hear the heart beat. Just to remind him of the miracle of life growing inside me.
  10. Instead of cursing everytime I get a foot in the rib, I'm going to give thanks baby is safe, and I know he/she is okay.
  11. I'm going to let everyone I know touch my belly and ask questions. Even the rude ones about four kids. I'll never be talked to again so much in my life. I'm going to enjoy it.
I'm sure theres more, but this is what I want to do this time. I'm going to try very very hard to enjoy it. Now look at a picture of my lemon sized cutie!