By this time tomorrow I will (hopefully) know what sex this little peanut is! I wish I could say that I was feeling one way or the other, but the truth is: I have absolutely no clue.
I haven’t even had a chance to see my good friend who swears up and down by her “ring test”. Basically you are supposed to attach a gold ring to a long string, then lay down on the floor. Someone else will stand over you and hold the string over your belly. If the ring sways back and forth it’s supposed to be a boy; if it goes in a circle, it’s a girl. She did it with me last time and it said I was having a girl, and wouldn’t you know it, Ruby arrived. It gave me a tiny inkling that it could be a girl, even though I teased her a little for practicing witchcraft-ery.
So, who knows. One more sleep!