When Pregnant: 16 Weeks

Steve and I don’t find out the gender of our kiddos until they’re born. For some odd reason this decision throws all our friends and family totally off. People genuinely can’t believe that we would have the audacity to make them wait to find out our child’s name AND gender. The nerve.   This time around, my mom has discovered Zulily, and the non-gender disclosure is seriously cramping her shopping style.  I understand. Girls’ clothes are wayyyy cuter than boys. It’s tempting to want to buy, just in case.

But we’re holding our ground.

With kiddo #1 everyone told us we were having a boy- even the guy selling Gelato at Whole Foods told me I was having one. My mom knew it would be a boy before we were even pregnant- I chalk that up to that strange “mama always knows” intuition -which hasn’t necessarily made its appearance in my life yet, but I’m looking forward to that “eyes in the back of my head- when I ask you a question, I already know an answer” phenomenon.

Now with kiddo#2 everyone is convinced it’s a girl. I barely have a baby bump and yet everyone is convinced.  This time around I am pretty convinced as well. The reason?  My skin.

I have battled adult acne/break outs. Nothing helped so I chalked it up to hormones. When I got pregnant with Jackson, my skin cleared up and was glowing. I was pretty stoked.

I told my mama the other day, this baby is a girl, only a girl would make her mama break out this bad. First I was vomitous for a good 15 weeks and NOW I have constant pimples to contend with. It’s gotta be a girl- I don’t think boys do stuff like that to their mamas. Other stuff of course, but not this stuff.

Do you guys have any wivestales to share about telling the gender of your baby (without ultrasound?)