Monthly Archives: January 2010

Baby Gender Predictor #5 – Sweet or Sour?

Baby Gender Predictor #5 – Sweet or Sour?





“It is said that the particular food cravings you have are caused by the gender of your baby. So, craving chocolate or other sweets during pregnancy would mean that you are going to have a boy, whereas if you crave sour things like lemons your will have a boy.” (Babygenderpredictor.com)

Everyone knows that girls are sweet so this makes sense! Reminds me of the rhyme that girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I LOVE lemons but I always have. When I’ve wanted candy it’s only been sour candies. But again, this has always been the case for me; I’ve never been a huge fan of sweets except for soda pop. Then again, I’ve loved eating a lot of fruit lately but fruit is pretty tart.

If the sweet or sour Old Wives Tale is right on, Baby Raspberry is a BOY!

Results Scorecard

Boy – 3           Girl – 2          

Past Gender Tests we’ve completed:The Drano Test, The Heart Rate Test, The Ancient Chinese Gender Chart , The High or Low Belly

Baby Gender Predictor #4 – Does Your Belly Hang Low?

Baby Gender Predictor #4 – Does Your Belly Hang Low?






“In this particular old wives’ tale, if you are carrying your baby low, it is predicted that your baby’s gender will be male. If you are carrying high, then, it is predicted that your baby’s gender will be female.” (BabyGenderPrediction.com)


For all intents and purposes I’m carrying my baby low. I guess it would be better to stand next to another pregnant woman who is also halfway done with all of this craziness and compare but with just looking in the mirror; I’m going to say I’m carrying low.

If the Belly Hanging Low test is accurate, Baby Raspberry is a BOY!

Results Scorecard

Boy – 2           Girl – 2          

Past Gender Tests we’ve completed: The Drano Test, The Heart Rate Test, The Ancient Chinese Gender Chart 

 

It’s Gross But I Did It For Science

It’s Gross But I Did It For Science

After a lull, the Gender Prediction Experiment continues. This morning I jumped up and decided I could hold it (sorry for the gross out) long enough to measure out 2 tablespoons of Drano into a pickle jar (Pickles? Pregnancy? More on that later.)

The Drano test comes with many, many cautionary tales and warning labels. All of which say, DON’T DO THIS! Even my aunt has a story that ends with singed lady parts. I safely completed that test as directed by babygenderprediction.com and the results were:
 
According to the site: If the mixture darkens to a brownish color within the first 10 seconds – It is a boy.
If there is no darkening or color change after 10 – 15 seconds – It is a girl.
A friend wrote to me, “Drano is for unplugging your sink not gender testing. Don’t you read the label?” to which I responded. “Maybe the original intent was for gender prediction and then when people dumped it into the sink they were like, “WOW! It unclogs my sink too!” That sounds pretty acurate, doesn’t it?If the Scientific Drano test is accurate, Baby Raspberry is a GIRL!

Score Card 

Boy – 1            Girl – 2           

Past Gender Tests we’ve completed: The Heart Rate Test, The Ancient Chinese Gender Chart 

The site also warns that there are many different interpretations of the many different color possibilities but I am committed to using the information from one site for each of my tests. If they don’t have the information about a particular test THEN I will use additional sites.

A Sandwich Made Me Cry

A Sandwich Made Me Cry

Something so strange happened to me today. I’m sure millions of women have been through it before but it was so strange when it happened to me!

My husband and I decided to go to lunch today and get something warm since it was so cold outside. I decided I would like a chicken salad sandwich and some soup at Paradise Café and Bakery. But then I started thinking about chicken and fat and gristle on it and started gagging and dry heaving. We passed a Famous Dave’s BBQ restaurant and all of a sudden I was overcome by a craving, no a LONGING for a pulled chicken BBQ sandwich with Devil’s Spit BBQ sauce. This is not how it’s made; it generally has their house BBQ sauce on it so I ordered it without just like I ALWAYS DO!
My sandwich arrived WITH BBQ sauce already on it. When the waitress came back she walked up to me and said, “After you ordered that I started thinking that we don’t serve it naked, it’s premixed with BBQ sauce.” Well, that might be so but it’s never been a problem in the past. I told her so.
She came back later with a CHOPPED CHICKEN sandwich, not pulled. It had very visible fatty chunks and hard yellow gristle pieces on it. I started gagging after she walked away. I told my husband that this wasn’t what I wanted or had ordered. I told him I’d rather have the other one back. This was not edible. HE begged me NOT to say ANYTHING and to just take it home and he would eat it later. I burst into tears. I tried to stop and was finally successful.
We left; I was starving but couldn’t think past wanting anything except for the sandwich that I really wanted! On the way home I cried the entire drive. About a SANDWICH people, a SANDWICH! I felt ridiculous and tried to laugh at myself because it was all so silly but the more I tried to laugh, the harder I cried. I had SNOT BUBBLES coming out of my nose!!! I cried hysterically for almost 15 minutes until we got home and I lay down and slept for a few hours.
I cried and threw a full blown hysterical temper tantrum and could not stop crying over a sandwich. What is wrong with me? I was trying to describe to my husband how I was feeling. Through tears I told him that it was like he had told me he would take me to Disneyland and that we got all the way there and then he changed his mind and said I couldn’t go in. I was mourning the loss of a SANDWICH.
 

Famous Dave’s Photo is Stolen from Chickpeas, Please.

Summer Plans…Because it’s Snowing Outside

Summer Plans…Because it’s Snowing Outside

Now that I’m pregnant (yeah, I’m pregnant, have I said it enough yet?), I’m learning all about all the things I should have done before it happened. The biggest one being: GET SHORT TERM DISABILITY INSURANCE! Yeah, I know. Obvious, right? No, it wasn’t. Obviously.

In about 22 weeks I’m going to be a mom (God forbid any further bad fortune). I have to be able to work up to the day I go into labor. Well, I need to work that day too AND get back to work as soon as I can. I can work from home a little bit but only if I also work on site. If I am unable to work onsite, I cannot work from home; there would be no work for me to do.  I know that this is all a little confusing but try to understand. With the exception of my vacation and sick days, I do not have paid maternity leave. So be it.

Here’s my plan: Approximately five weeks after I my due date I am scheduled to go on a weeklong trip for work. I will be able to work from home most of the two weeks leading up to that trip. That means I will have to use all of my sick days, personal days and part of my vacation. Thank the Lord I have those days available! So far I’m in good shape. My mother in law has agreed (excitedly) to join me on the trip as my nanny. Awesome!

One to Two weeks after this work trip I plan on attending Blogher in New York. Baby Raspberry will have to come along also, AND I’m bringing the hubby this time. Well, that’s the plan anyway. So far we have the ticket covered (it’s my Christmas present) and we have the transportation under control (road trip, baby!). Right now we’re trying to figure out how to pay for the $200 a night hotel room. Any ideas?

On our way home from Blogher, our plan is to try to visit family members along the way so we can see everyone.

Two or three weeks later our Annual River Float Innertubing Trip will take place. Camping! Do you think all of this is possible with a new baby or am I a crazy, inexperienced, childless dreamer?