Dear Baby Mac,
Now, you are the size of a lemon, and apparently, you are sucking your thumb in there. We aren’t going to find out what sex you are, but get this. I just read that, if you are super hungry when you’re pregnant—as in hungry like your dad and Danny used to be when they were teenagers—that research shows you could be expecting a boy.
I’d be happy with either a boy or a girl. I just pray that you’re 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 wives’ tales, which means they are like a fairy tale and you don’t 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 I’m 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 girl’s name is going to be hard. It’s a tradition in my family that the firstborn girls have the middle name James, which was my great-great-grandmother’s 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 I’d never give my daughter that middle name, now, I want to—in honor of the women who came before me.
