Hosey has come through with yet another girl heart rate. 150 this time. Justin reminded me that he has a fast heartbeat. I conceded his point, and we are still holding out hope for a boy.
Other than that, the doctor took a measurement of my belly, and said that I'm a "smidge" big in the belly for Hosey's due date. When I told her that people keep telling me that I don't look six months pregnant, she told me I should just tell all of them "Thanks!" I really like my doctor. She's very frank but not mean. She always says that I look great, and while I know she says that to everyone, it's always nice to hear. She says that my feet and ankles are definitely a little swollen, but nothing to worry about. She also told me that the Braxton Hicks contractions are normal, as long as they don't follow a pattern. Apparently Hosey might be setting some of them off by kicking the right spots. Next visit is the glucose test. I hate getting my finger poked...not to mention that asking a pregnant woman to skip breakfast is really kind of awful.
Here's a fun website I found earlier today:
However, here are my results:
You have a 41% chance of having a boy. And you have a 58% chance of having a girl.
Not too conclusive...