throughout this pregnancy, strangers have taken one look and me and declared authoritatively, "you're having a boy."
it happened twice this week. once was an elderly gentleman hanging outside the VFW, and today, i walked past a middle-aged man on an idling motorcycle, who paused to shout over the engine (and into his helmet), "it's a boy!"
is this a normal experience?
i never put much stock in the old wives tales about the differences between carrying boys and girls, but the strangers have all been right. apparently, if you look like you're hiding a basketball, it's boy, for sure.
jim swears i looked completely different (read: wider) carrying dylan, and sure enough, no one thought she'd be a boy.
anyone want to weigh in on this?
