So I’ve been laying around in bed too long.  I tried this out, the Chinese Lunar Calendar to determine the sex of our baby.  I know.  I’m hanging my head in silly shame.

However, it says this baby will be a girl, which I’ve already been feeling.  And I felt that our first was a boy (he was), our second, a girl (she was), and our third a boy.  Yep.  He was. 

The Chinese Lunar Calendar confirms these three, as well.  What do you think?  Try it out with any children you have, or are expecting.  Tell me, does it work for you?  Should I start buying girly things?

And just how early have you gotten a sonogram to tell you the sex, accurately?  Do I have to wait till 20 weeks?

Please share.  I’m really bored in the bed.  I need to know.

Frankly, I’m just an impatient person.  We are frenetically trying to finish the remodels in the house.  To put it on the market ASAP.  While my husband just resigned one job, and is starting another in a week and a half.  Traveling a week a month, and telecommuting the rest, while we show and hopefully sell the house.  Soon.  So we can get to Atlanta, put all our crap in storage, live with my PARENTS and find a house to buy.

Atlanta realty is tough when you are going to be working in town.  You either pay up the hoo-hoo for and in town hovel, or pay a reasonable amount, for a reasonable house, but spend nearly 3 hours of your life, ech day, commuting in and out of town.  

So all this is playing in my life and in my mind when yesterday I just say eff it.  I’m going to get a blood test.  So I did.  Now my understanding of this serum test is that from 7-12 dpo, it will register an amount as low as 5 units of whatever unit tells them yes, this one’s pregnant.  But this doc at the clinic says, if it’s before 2 weeks, you may get a false negative. Something about qualitative/quantitative, one registering slightly more sensitively than the others, blah blah blah.  In the end, I talked her into writing an order for me to go straight to the lab, and get the test performed, stat, meaning, I should have the results faxed back to the clinic by 2 pm, EST today. 

If they’re even accurate.  Which according to her, now they may not be.  But they were with our 3rd child, several days before I was due to start my period.  That doc said something about qualitative and quantitative, too, but I can’t really remember, because I had two toddlers testing out all the look-in-your-ear equipment, and checking out each other’s tonsils with those cherry flavored sticks.  

Anyway, they called the next morning.  I was right.  Positive.

So, I went for it yesterday.  I am no good with waiting.  And now I’m not sure what the results will mean, if they are negative, so that sucks.  And I called at 2, and was told whe call back within an hour and a half, as the results had not been faxed over yet. 

At this rate, I’ll probably get my period before they track down that fax.

Which, frankly again, I feel is probably going to happen.  I just can’t stand not knowing.   But again, if this is a negative, if she ever calls me back, do I know now?  Or whaaaa?

I went to bed at 8:30 last night, I was so tired.  But then, we are busting our humps (I used that before the Black-Eyed Peas) around here.  So who knows, yet again.

Got more crap to clean out and pack.  And more time to kill before I drive to Columbia and talk to the lab tech, myself.  How hard can it be to get a fax sent? 

Because it’s 4:36 in the morning here, and I just woke up, couldn’t go back to sleep, had to pee, so came downstairs to catch it and dip a stick in it. 

Yep, you guessed it.  Negative.

So, today I smelled garlic dill pickle sandwich slices from the next room when Mr. 4tops opened the freezer.  They stay in the fridge.  And I’m not sure I believe him, but he claims he smelled nothing, even when sticking his head in the fridge.

Oh well.  Just have to wait and see. 

And as I knew it would be, it was negative.  And I know, at THIS point, that means nothing.  Why do I do these things to myself? 

Let the hanky panky begin.  3 days til prime time, and the signs are beginning again.  Hey, we’re taking the baby back to Georgia, we could do it this time, huh?  Whaddya think?

I think…I think it’s going to be a busy summer. 

No matter what happens, or doesn’t, with another baby…we’ve got a house to finish remodeling and sell, a new job to start, a move to make, and another home to find.  And three beautiful children to do it with.  Blessed, but busy. 

I wrote the company.  Amazingly, they wrote right back.  And said:

Hi Allison,

Pat Phillips 

Now what should I make of that?  That they just want me to keep retesting for the profit?  Or that truly, since I am someone who doesn’t get a positive 3 days after being late, and am pregnant (at those times), that just maybe I’m one of the lucky few that really doesn’t get a rise in HCG for a little bit? 

I’m now more confused. 

I love lima beans.  I’m just saying.  Tonight, they rock. 

What husband doesn’t like a little appetizer of delight when he comes home for lunch?!?  And I’ve still got that pinching…

He was sooo unsuspecting…silly, silly man.

And this, my friends, is yet another reason we can’t completely toss the television.  All I had to do was say cartoon, and the 3 kids were glued to the sofa.  The house burning down wouldn’t draw them away from Tom and Jerry.  And I, I got my man.  Ha ha.

Ovulation, that is.  The egg, bursting out of the whatever, the follicle?  Like 3 am this morning, it woke me up.  This low pinching, on the left, not cramping so much, pinching.  For several minutes.  With residual weirdness right now.  And a soreness in my very lower back, corresponding side. Is that what it’s like?  How long does it last, the feeling?  Or do I have a tumor…

It’s C2D14.  Just like the tracker predicted.  Funny.