Confession Time - Yellow Seersucker Edition

Yup. I'm a sucker for seersucker, particularly yellow seersucker.

Particularly when said yellow seersucker comes in the form of baby dresses.

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This is odd because A) I absolutely loathed when my own mother would dress me in yellow, B) Pink is my favorite color, not yellow, and C) I have a son so I shouldn't even be looking at dresses. Yet, I find myself drawn to these sweet little girl dresses everywhere I go. I've banned myself from even glancing in the direction of the racks of girl clothes at the Goodwill because it never fails; there will be at least one item over which I will spend several minutes lamenting not having a reason to buy. It's terrible.

I've made no secret that we want to start trying to have a baby here soon. I'm scared that I'll want it too badly and therefore make it harder on myself in the long run. I'm sure you've all known at least one person who wanted a baby so badly but suffered through infertility, medications, doctors, experts, procedures, etc, only to give up on their dream and then almost immediately GET FREAKING PREGNANT. It's like the stress of wanting it so badly taxes your body to where it just isn't able to do what it needs to do.

Then there was that whole miscarriage business last summer. Was it me? Was it the IUD? Who can say?

I do know that I love love love my son. I also know that I would love love love to have a daughter too. I figure with the second baby, it's a win/win situation. If I have another boy, then Bubba has a built in best friend. We can get a little bit more mileage with stuff through being able to hand them down. They can share a room for longer. I already know all this boy stuff because I've done it! Piece of cake.

If I have a girl... well then, I have a girl! I get to make hair bows and dress her in ridiculous tutus. I'll have a built in reason to add even more pink and glitter to my life. I'll finally get to do all the girly mother and daughter things I missed out on as a kid.

See? No matter the gender of the second baby, we win! But... there's always that damn yellow seersucker.

So, to tilt the odds slightly more in favor of me having an excuse to start a collection of little yellow seersucker dresses, I'm digging out ALL the old wive's tales of gender prediction. After I was pregnant with Bubba, I went back and I had, without knowing, done everything in favor of having a boy. This time, I'm going to see how much of the girl stuff I can squeeze in there.

Go ahead, laugh. It's all for fun. If it works, I have a fun story to tell, and if it doesn't, then I have a cautionary tale for others who want to try it in seriousness. Either way I end up with a sweet little baby, so what's the harm?

So, starting today, no more carbonated beverages, bananas, potatoes, caffeine, spinach, red meat, oranges, watermelon, or cakes/cookies (*sniff*). I also need to cut way back on commercially processed foods and salt. I will be increasing my dairy, egg, rice, grapefruit juice, carrot, fish, chocolate, corn, broccoli, and kale consumption. There's a sign on my fridge to remind me lest I forget. I've checked the Chinese Lunar Calendar to see which months would give me the best chances. My husband got a note on his bathroom mirror telling him to lay off the caffeine. I've even researched the best "positions" (seriously, who comes up with this stuff???) for doing the, *AHEM*, deed.

Do I believe it? Nah, not really. God decides who should be in our families, after all. But, if I can skew the odds in my favor, well, no harm done! HA!