Confession #4

Confession #4

My husband and I have a bet going on the sex of the baby.

The stakes are high my friends. Technically, we each have a 50/50 chance of being right, but of course, we both believe we have a little more on our side. That's why, when the idea came up to make a bet, we were both all in. 

The stakes? One week's worth of diaper changes. The rules? You may pawn off diaper changes during work hours, but after-work hours are all up to you. We made this rule because while my husband is at work all day, if--I mean when-- he loses, I have to change the diapers. Depending on who wins, *cough cough* me *cough cough* it wouldn't be fair that I would have to change the diapers during the day and he wouldn't. So, if I lose, which of course won't happen, I can pawn off during the day to make it fair. This is assuming that there is someone here to pawn off on, of course. One of the many downsides of having family far away is that they won't be there to help as much. 

So, why are both of us so confident? 

I guess you could say my husband has genetics on his side. He thinks this baby is a boy. I'm no statistician (but my brother is... Perhaps I should ask him?) but, the probability of this baby being a boy is probably higher than 50%. This is because the sex of the baby is determined by the father, and the men in this family have a lot of boys. My father-in-law is the oldest of three boys. His brother (one of those three boys) has two sons. My husband has two brothers and only one sister. That's a lot of boys. My husband is very confident that this baby is a boy, and logically, that makes sense, but I have a secret weapon: mommy's intuition.

When I first found out I was pregnant (you remember my staring contest with the pee stick), I realized that I had no preference when it came to the gender of my baby. I know that a lot of people say that but don't mean it, but honestly, I didn't care either way. I just wanted a happy, healthy baby. Of course, I did have one concern with having a girl. Endometriosis runs in my family, and, of course, only in the women. With each generation, the disease seems to get worse. If I had a girl, I would most definitely pass this painful disease on to her, and that just doesn't seem fair. Still, I would be just as happy with a girl as a boy.

But here's the thing: I am almost certain this baby is a girl.

As I said before, I didn't have a preference, and as soon as I discovered the little jelly bean growing inside me, I started to imagine the baby being born and growing up. Here's the weird thing: No matter how hard I try, I cannot imagine a boy. Trust me, I have tried. I have tried imagining him playing soccer and doing his homework. I tried imagining him driving me crazy (no doubt taught the art by my husband), but I simply could not. It seems nuts, I know. I should be able to imagine this baby as a boy but I can't. The only way I can imagine this child is as a girl. The only way I can get a picture in my head of this baby growing up is as my daughter. So...Jaden may have genetics backing him, but I have my imagination, so I'm totally gonna be right....right? Whatever, call it what you will, mother's intuition, I guess, but I am convinced this baby is a girl.

We find out next week. Game on.