He or She? Baby Peanut is a...

The signs were all there:

The Chinese Gender Predictor said BOY.
My clear skin said BOY.
I'm carrying all in front, which means a BOY.
I have shiny hair, also a clue that a BOY was on his way.
My age and the year of conception are odd and even, which suggests a BOY.
I dreamt of having a girl.  Another BOY sign.
I like to sleep on my left.  BOY.


But then again....

Moody?  Check!
Craving sweets?  Check!  Check my fridge.  There's three different kinds of ice cream, two varieties of ice cream bars, and a container of frozen fruit bars.
Morning sickness?  You betcha.
Heart rate above 140? Yep.

Nearly everyone (except Katy, my brother and my friend BB) predicted that Baby Peanut was a boy.

Well...

Almost everyone was wrong. :)

Baby Peanut is a GIRL!!

Thankfully, she wasn't too modest.  And that's the one and only time I'll say that.  Girlfriend better keep those legs crossed until she's married. 

Here she is practicing her #1 sign for when she wins Wimbledon.  J is bound and determined to make her a tennis player.  Those genes certainly won't be coming from my side of the family.

OK, one more.  She was sucking her thumbs and hiccuping during the entire ultrasound.  What a multi-tasker.

After the ultrasound, we met with one of the doctors in the practice.  The baby is still measuring right on track and everything looks "perfect" so far.  He told me that five to seven pounds of my body weight is the baby and placenta, with the baby measuring at one pound.  

I thought I was getting out of there unscathed until J, in typical lawyer fashion, asked the most leading question on earth about running.  That's when Dr. Buzz Kill started spouting off what I considered to be some very outdated advice about exercise and told me to forget running because I might fall at some point.  As in, "It's highly unlikely that you'll fall, but what if you did?"  He didn't budge when I told him I run on a treadmill either.

I can think of a lot of things that increase my chances of falling: wearing heels, climbing stairs, walking on uneven sidewalks - and that's just a start.  Since it goes against the advice I've received from two other doctors in the same facility, I'm exercising (ha ha) my judgment and will continue running for now.  I'll reassess in a month when my belly gets bigger and my center of gravity changes.  Of course, if I feel even the slightest bit unstable, I'll stop.   For now, I'm gonna keep on truckin.'