If you've been reading The Little Mumma for a while, you'll know I have two sons and a heart that yearns for a daughter. I wrote more about that here.
A dear friend recently went to a psychic and she thought to ask about me and in particular, what the gender of this baby is.
I thought it would be kind of funny to put it on record here. If the psychic turns out to be full of shit, we can burn effigies of giant scrotums outside her place of work….or something.
This is my paraphrased version:
"Your friend is having a girl. I see she has two sons already. This baby arrives early and is small. She might require time in a humidicrib but it is nothing to worry about. Your friend has small babies anyway, doesn't she? This baby is very angelic looking. But they can't call her Angela."
Now I'm always up for a bit of woo-woo but I like to think I have a healthy scepticism and a finely tuned bullshit-radar. But this? Is freaky.
A bit of background. Zee arrived 3.5 weeks early and required a stint under lights due to jaundice. Having gone early before does indicate a greater chance of going early again. So when I heard this part of the prediction, I was not surprised.
Both LD and Zee weighed under 7 pounds which is not necessarily small but given that I had gestational diabetes during my first pregnancy and the expectation was that he'd be big, he really wasn't. Also, I make babies with a giant man whose own mother was given a caesarean a month early because they feared B was going to be huge (can you imagine that happening these days? So weird). He was around 8 pounds so hardly massive but then again, he still had 4 weeks of growing to do. Eeep! Considering these factors, my babies are comparatively small. Thank you, baby Jesus!
The angelic-looking baby? Well, they all are, aren't they? But the Angela bit? The fact that this psychic spoke my name? If that doesn't seem amazing to you, then nothing will.
So let's place bets – who thinks I'm having a 13 pound son a week late?