We’ve decided not to find out the sex of Baby Hirby by ultrasound, so I’ve reverted to some old wives’ tales to help guess:

I am carrying the extra weight out front, so it’s a boy (because boys “like to be out front and independent”).
I sleep with my pillow to the south, so it’s a girl.
My feet are not cold, so it’s a girl.
I refuse to eat the heel of a loaf of bread, so it’s a girl.
I am looking good during pregnancy, so it’s a boy (because “girls steal their mother’s looks”).
A needle on a thread held over my belly moves in circles, so it’s a boy.
I (now) crave sweets, so it’s a girl.
When someone asks to see my hands, I show them palm side down, so it’s a boy.
I hold the body, not the handle, of a mug, so it’s a girl…

Confused yet? Oh yeah.