Pretty much everyone already knows I chose to wait until the baby is born to find out if a boy or girl would be arriving.  For those who chose to question this “earth shattering” decision, I politely reminded them I didn’t find out the baby’s gender this time around because I already have a little boy and a little girl and figured why not let this be a surprise… a healthy surprise.

But since that belly button of mine popped like a turkey dinner, strangers on the street have been taking it upon themselves to tell me their very scientific predictions on whether a boy or a girl will be arriving.   Without me asking.

That’s right; I never asked any of these people.  Not a one.  I am not sure if they think I couldn’t afford an ultrasound so it was up to them out of all the people in the city to tell me their 100% accurate prediction.  Or else I would have to wait a whole 40 weeks to find out the baby’s gender.

While waiting for the light to change so I could waddle across I heard –

Excuse me Miss but you are having a boy. That’s a boy you are having!

At the Pakistan Tea House where I was a regular because this pregnancy I was surprisingly able to eat mild and semi spicy chicken, the owner declared –

You are having a boy.

By the grocery store where I stood waiting to hail a cab –

It won’t be long before he comes.  That boy is ready.

The lady in the elevator who reached out and touched my belly questioned –

A boy, right?

At the kids’ pediatrician’s office while I waited to pay for the office visit –

I can’t see the pregnancy in your face at all.  That means you are having a boy.

And then the guy in the hallway at my new office walked by and said something different –

I have a girl at home. You are definitely having a girl.

Let’s just say, no matter what the final votes are for boy or girl, I’m not donating any baby clothing to charity just yet.  I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer before I regain space on my bedroom floor currently housing clothing trunks.