Sooo, baby, you know how you decided not to cooperate on Monday? Well, Daddy and Uncle Matt decided that was an unacceptable answer. So...sigh, this is so humiliating. Anyways, they googled alternate...methods, shall we say, to determine your baby's gender.
We have previously looked at the Chinese gender calendar (boy, then girl, when the ovulation date changed), and the wedding ring test (this one is always girl, clearly, obviously, big huge circles of the wedding ring). Wednesday night brought more ways to peak Momma's curiousity as to what secret you are keeping...and they both involved Mom's pee. Yuck!
Let it be noted that I vehemently opposed this, but who wants to be the stick in the mud and ruin all the boys' fun? So I peed...in a cup....
Here is the Drano...pre-um...pee
Here it is just after go time.
Here is baby-related chemistry at work.
Then it got a little scary. That is smoke coming out of the top. I was just glad nothing blew up.
And the results? That is all boy my friends. Contrary to all the pink voting girl sayers...that result is screaming blue testosterone! Whoda' thunk it?
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