So everyone has spent the last 4.5 months trying to guess what we are having. About a month ago, I found a list of questions related to gender predicting, and the results were that we are having a boy. Below is the little quiz, with my original answers, and some updates....enjoy!!


Is It A Boy? Or A Girl?

1. Suspend a wedding band held by a piece of thread over the palm of the pregnant woman. If the suspended ring swings in an oval or circular motion, the baby will be a girl. If the ring swings back and forth in a straight line, the baby will be a boy. There is also a version done with a needle and thread above the mother’s wrist or her belly. Results are the same. - Ring swung in circles, back and forth

2. If you carry your baby high and tight, it is a boy. If you carry your baby low and wide, it’s a girl. - Originally I wasn't sure how I was carrying? - Right now she's down around my pelvis.

3. If you crave fruits and vegetables, it’s a boy. If you crave meats and starches, you will have a girl. - Don't really crave either yet...though I'd rather an apple to a steak. (Originally). I'm still not really craving anything.

4. If you crave sweets, you’re having a boy. If you crave salty foods, you’re having a girl. - I do like salty foods right now. (Originally). I cannot really stand sweets!

5. If the hair on your legs is growing faster than before you were pregnant, you’re having a boy. If it is growing at the same rate or slower, you’re having a girl. - I shave every day, so I can't really tell how it's growing!

6. If your feet are colder now than before you were pregnant, you’re having a boy. If they are the same as before, you’re having a girl. - My feet have always been cold.

7. If your husband is gaining weight right along with you, you’re having a boy. If he hasn’t gained any weight, you’re having a girl. - He's losing weight. It's falling off of him and making me jealous!

8. If your hair is gray, you’re having a boy. If your hair is not gray (natural or dyed), you’re having a girl. - Haven't seen a gray strand yet.

9. If you have morning sickness early in your pregnancy, you’re having a girl. If you haven’t had morning sickness, you’re having a boy. - No morning sickness here!

10. If you look particularly good during pregnancy, you’re having a boy. If you’re not looking so good, you’re having a girl. - Umm, I think I look good! ;o) (Originally). Now I'm starting to look like a pizza again!!

11. If your urine is a bright neon yellow color, you’re having a boy. If it’s a dull yellow, you’re having a girl. - Can we say neon? (Originally). Now it's quite dull! I know you wanted to know that!

12. If you must have orange juice everyday, you’re having a girl. If you don’t like orange juice, you’re having a boy. - I'm loving some orange juice right now...drink it every morning!

13. If you’re having headaches, you’re having a boy. If you’re not, you’re having a girl. - Headaches are becoming more frequent.

14. If someone asks you to show them your hands and you present them palms up, you’re having a girl. If you present your hands palms down, you’re having a boy. - No one has asked me this!

15. If you pick up a coffee mug by the handle, you’re having a boy. If you pick it up by the body of the mug, you’re having a girl. - I haven't had a coffee mug lately, but I pick up my water jug by the handle.

Boy scored 8.5 (originally) 6 (currently)
Girl scored 6.5 (originally) 9 (currently)

So obviously without this little quiz we know it's a girl, but it was fun to speculate for a time! I couldn't imagine not finding out. How people do that is beyond me!!!

Now the fun part sets in...decorating the nursery!!!

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Once again, I apologize to you for being distant lately! Everything is fine. It just seems that I spend all day on the computer at work, so when I get home, the last thing I want to look at is the computer.

I had plans to show you "the bump" at 14, 15 and 16 weeks, but it seems my camera had other ideas. Sometime between this weekend and today, my camera decided to erase all of my pictures. Pictures that started with the day we found out - the obligatory pics of the pee stick...then the random snow we had in Birmingham, with some cute video of the Monkey playing in the snow. And then there were the baby bump pictures that I was going to put in my "Belly Book" ~ But alas...not now! They have magically disappeared, never to be seen again.

So I'll start with this week...week 17. And from now on I will not leave a plethora of pictures on my camera without downloading them to my computer. I'd get upset, but what good will that do? Bring my pictures back? I doubt it!

So the baby has grown from a mere poppy seed to the size of an onion...although it feels much larger than that! Not round, but just the length/weight. Baby's skeleton is hardening, changing from rubbery cartilage to bone, and fat is finally accumulating around it. The umbilical cord is getting thicker and stronger, and those little fingers and toes are now topped by one-of-a-kind prints. And the ears are starting to function...so we have started talking to the bump. It's comical.

We went today for our monthly checkup. Everything was normal. The doc got a new Doppler machine that doesn't record the heart rate, so we got to hear it, but we don't know how fast it was. Sounded fast to me.

Then Owen surprised me and asked the doc if we could have an 'unscheduled' ultrasound. Cost's extra, but we considered it my mother's day present. The doctor obliged, and put us in line to see the tech.

There were no measurements or anything - that's at the next appointment - but we got to see the little bugger literally doing somersaults, stand on its head and shoot us the bird. And in true Prescott style, the baby sat Indian-style, or with the legs underneath for most of the time.

It was so amazing to watch. Definitely lets you know that there is a God. There's no other way something so miraculous can happen. There's just not.

We got some good pics, but when I tried to scan them in, I couldn't make it work right, so I grabbed my trusty camera and took pictures of the pictures. Never a good idea, but it's the only way I can share them with you. Don't worry. I've already downloaded them to my PC, in case the camera decides to get squirrely again.

So here's a little slide show of the ultrasound pictures thus far...

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So everyone at the office (my home away from home) is already trying to decide if we're having a boy or a girl. The speculation has been all over the board, mainly based on the old wives tales...some saying I'm even having twins because it seems I'm showing a bit more than I should. I have assured them that I am not having twins...but that bulging belly would be my fat pooch that has nowhere to go but out at this point!

But the old wives tales sure are fun to speculate with! I found a fun list of them, and most are based mainly on foods I'm craving, how I'm carrying (too early to tell) or how my hair looks. There was one, however, that required a little bit of work.

So on Friday afternoon...when things had slowed down a bit at the office, we decided to give the old Ring Test a try.

To do this, you take your wedding band (or someone else's) and tie a piece of thread to it. Then you dangle it over the pregnant woman's palm (or belly). If it swings in circles, it's a girl. Side to side...it's a boy.

When I tried this in my office, it swung side to side quite rapidly. I got excited and went to show the others...

...who promptly made me lie down on the nasty office floor, so they could dangle my ring over my belly.

I tried it first, but clearly I couldn't see what I was doing. So they took over...

Each time they tried it, the ring turned around in circles while going back and forth. So the consensus was that either I really am having twins, and the doc just missed it twice (not likely!)...

Or the old wives tale of the ring test clearly doesn't work...at least not this early.

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So on Monday, Owen and I made the recurring - every 4 weeks - trip to the doctor's office. This visit seemed to carry much more significance than the first visit. At the first visit, we were there so the doctor could tell us that we were indeed with child. This visit was to tell us that we were still with said child.

To say I was nervous was the understatement of the century. My nervousness stemmed from this image in my head from our first visit, that I just couldn't shake, and I don't think I'll ever forget...

...You see, as we sat waiting for our turn during the first visit, many people shuffled in and out. Some women alone, just there doing their thing, and some with their significant others there for the same reason we were.

As we sat there for literally hours (my doc was busy bringing babies into the world), one couple caught my eye as their name was called. They had that same nervous, but yet excited look about the possibilities of what would come to them once they went through that door. Obviously younger and new to the process, the boy followed the girl almost reluctantly through the door when her name was called.

As they disappeared, I sat there nervously, knowing that soon I would make the same walk, with my "boy" following closely, yet reluctantly behind, full of the same nervous energy. What I didn't know is that my time for that walk would be further delayed and this couple would soon cross my path in a very different way.

About 30 minutes after they first went through that door, they emerged again. Only this time, that nervous look of the girl had been replaced by a look of profound sadness. As she rushed through the waiting room, tears streamed down her already red, tear stained face. The boy, still following reluctantly, had a look of sadness and fear the likes of which I've not seen before. It was obvious what their trip behind that door told them.

So there we sat, waiting for our turn at the second visit, and this image is rolling through my brain. No matter what distraction tactics I tried, it wouldn't go away. I still think about that couple, and wonder how that experience changed them.

As my name was called, we both jumped up, gathered our belongings - we brought a lot to keep us busy! - and went through that door. We were led into a room, and shortly thereafter, the doctor visited. After a brief visit, she pulled out the sonogram machine and placed it on my belly.
Let me back up - before she put the sonogram on my belly, she warned me that 'it could take a while to find the heartbeat, so don't get scared" - so she put the sonogram on my belly, and immediately we heard our little "thumper!"

An indescribable joy came over me as I looked up at Owen. With tears in my eyes I started my trademark hysterical laughter, forcing the doctor to stop while I composed myself! Once I was composed, she again placed the sonogram on my belly to find "thumper" and the machine calculated the heart rate.

153 beats per minute. I'm told that's fast, and our little "boy" could actually be a girl according to the old wives tale, though she said it's still to early to tell for sure! We will have to wait 8 more weeks for that!

Here's a little about what the little "thumper" is up to this week:

Having grown bigger than a plum, he is now the size of a...PEACH!
He is forming teeth and vocal cords... their non-functional phase! He is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)

Fingerprints have formed on his tiny fingertips, his veins and organs are clearly visible through his still-thin skin, and his body is starting to catch up with his head — which makes up just a third of his body size now. Although if our "he" is a "she," she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries.

I'm still feeling great, just a nagging pain in my behind...which the doctor assured me would only get worse! And if I can't stand it, I can go to physical therapy, but other than that, there's not much that can be done about it.

I guess I can deal with a little pain for the joy that will soon follow!

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So I've been pretty MIA lately. But there's good reason, I assure you. If you've been keeping up, in the past few months Owen and I have been very busy. Too busy for me to find time to keep up with blogging. But I promise from now on I'll get better at that. Not that I really have any extra time on my hands, but I'll find it somewhere. Do you think I can buy some at Publix? They should sell that...

In fact I think my time is about to become non-existent. Well, maybe not for another 6 months or so...I may be in the clear until then. We'll see.

I won't keep you in suspense any longer. It seems that I'm growing a little nugget in my belly. That's his nickname around the office anyway (hence the title of today's post). And most of you already knew this little "nugget" of news (no pun intended...well...maybe just a little!).

Ok, if you're still not following, Owen and I are officially expecting a visit from the stork on October 25th. We found out in February and had our first doctor visit on March 16th.

That was the most amazing day for us. Up until that point we had just been talking about being pregnant, but this day really made it real for us. We got to hear the little bitty (incredibly fast) heartbeat and see the little nugget on the ultrasound. It was so surreal. We both cried (but don't tell O I told you that!) I then laughed hysterically and the ultrasound tech had to wait for me to stop laughing so she could continue.

We go back on Monday for our '12 week' visit, although I'll be 13 weeks on Sunday, but who's counting! I won't get another ultrasound (at least not according to my insurance) until the 17 week visit when we find out if it's a boy or a girl. But we may be paying for a few extra just for my sanity. Either that or visiting Virginia College for some free ones!!

I've been feeling great, just extremely tired. Only got sick once after eating Krystal's - but that could've been the food and not the baby. I feel like a cow, as I'm just in the 'fat stage' and don't really look pregnant unless I wear certain shirts. Hopefully I'll "pop" soon and really start looking pregnant.

Here's a little about what the baby is up to this week:

He's the size of a plum - I bought one at the store the other day, and I must say he's a bit smaller than I feel!! Maybe he's an abnormally large plum! Either that or I need to lay off the ice cream! Although he looks like a real baby - legs and arms and everything...even boy or girl parts (though too tiny to see at the moment). All of his internal organs are formed and functioning. Now he just needs to grow!

I keep saying "he" because we think it's a boy...solely based on my sister-in-laws Gender Predictor, which hasn't been wrong yet. But we shall see!!

Mom and I have been swimming everyday after work. Makes me feel "one" with the baby...even though we literally are "one" right now. Plus it's super good full body exercise. Nevermind the ridiculous swim suits and swim caps we sport. That's a sight to behold!

I discovered this morning that I can push on my belly and feel him. That was pretty neat. I was pushing on him this morning because he's decided to get cozy on my sciatic nerve, and sends shooting pains down my left leg. Making it quite difficult to get comfortable. So I was trying to push him out of the way and make him move a bit. I think I made him mad because today I hurt worse than before!!

I laugh and cry at the drop of a hat, and I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached. The other day I was in Publix at the check out and looked down to see the little flyer for March of Dimes. I burst into tears. Then last night I was watching ESPN with O about John Madden's retirement and again burst into tears, and I actually cannot stand hearing him commentate a game. And then there's the hysterical laughter, like when someone told me about Nancy Grace's pregnancy brain, when she asked her husband to buy "that fruit that monkey's eat" - I can totally relate to that. Yesterday I forgot what an "end table" was called - you know..."that wooden thing that holds things at the end of your couch" - that's how I described it.

So it should be an interesting 6 months. Stay tuned for more antics! I promise to keep you updated!

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