ggXX, friends
Before we got married, I made Mark promise that we would call our daughters Kit and Kat. Well, not exactly Kit and Kat but perhaps something more discreet like Kitlyn and Katarina.
Wouldn’t it be so cute to say, “Kit Kat, it’s time to have a break!” after a long game of catch?
Plus it would be secretly meaningful since Mark did win my heart with those chocolates. The fact that these names start with K is also an added bonus since it is right in between M and I.
Nice.
We have our kid’s names settled.
There is one problem though.
Growing up with three siblings, we both want to have four children but are happy to stop at three if necessary. So what if our first two children daughters and call them Kit Kat, and then I get pregnant with the third to find out that she is going to be a girl too?
We definitely wouldn’t want our children to be left out in anyway so we brainstormed to some names that could follow up with the Kit Kat theme.
The best name we could come up with, however, was CHUNKY. (thanks Cheryl)
I would be pretty devastated if my parents called me Chunky and I wasn’t ready to ruin my child’s life even before she comes out to this world to fight the battles she has.
We thought about it long and put our rusty PnC (permutations and combinations – a topic in Additional Mathematics for O levels) skills to some use and came up with the conclusion that there was only one way to solve the problem. We need to have a son first.
You see, if our first baby was a boy, things could pan out like this:
Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl
Then we can call the girls Kit Kat and stop at four.
Boy, Girl, Girl
We will have two girls, call them Kit Kat and stop at three.
Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy….
Well, this is obviously another kind of problem…
Being the researcher that I am, I found articles explaining that the timing of conception would determine the gender of the baby. Unlike ancient beliefs, science has proven that the sex of the baby is actually decided by the sperm that fertilizes the egg. Since the Y chromosome is smaller than the X, the XY sperms (those responsible for male Homo Sapiens) are faster swimmers than their XX counterparts. Therefore, the Shettles method proposes that fertilization after ovulation increases a couple’s chance at conceiving a baby boy.
In addition, we did almost everything that was recommended on the list to maximize our chances of conceiving a boy, even though I was skeptical about all the other not-so-science-y claims.
So when I conceived and had to a pick a side, I decided to go with the “boy” team since that seemed like the higher probability. Mark thought that in order to have some kind of competition, he needed to oppose me so he placed his bet on a girl.
Soon, (actually more like later than soon since we were kept in the dark for 22 weeks) the big day came. We were going to find out if my science experiment was a success.
We had an ultrasound scheduled and the technician advised that the scan would take about 45min to an hour as she had to get certain pictures of the foetus, which required the baby to be in the right positions.
The ultrasound was done in a record time of 30 min. Little Woo repositioned every time the technician finished shooting from the angle and flipped around when it was time to change sides.
When the technician said that our baby was being super cooperative, Mark and I exchanged glances and grinned, because we somehow immediately knew that Isababy had to be a girl.
True enough, the technician couldn’t find any boy parts >.<
Obviously I’m not going to show you that part of the ultrasound. That is a little porn-ish, isn’t it?
But you can have a look at her really cute feet!
And her side profile.
Can you see her sharp nose? That’s definitely not my nose and I’m so glad for her, though some people say its too early to tell. If she has Mark’s nose though, that will put an end to the reign of “Soh’s button nose” that plagued my family!
That's me and my button nose when I was younger.
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with my nose, it is just that its kind of flat. I have been trying to change that my whole life by pulling it everyday religiously until I realized it didn’t work. And I don’t think I was the only one with this regime of nose pulling while growing up. Some other relative of mine even went to the extent to lie plenty so that she would have a longer, sharper nose like Pinocchio. Lol.
Anyway, after breaking the exciting news to friends and family, Nana sent me article about choosing the baby’s gender. Guess what I found out? That there is actually another theory called the Whelan method, which totally contridicts the one I was following. T.T
Oh well, maybe we will give that a shot next time.
Btw, although my whole post was about how we planned for a boy but please don’t think that we are disappointed because both Mark and I are equally thrilled to have a baby girl. We are so grateful that we have the opportunity to become parents and are so blessed that Heavenly Father has given us this sweetheart. Every child is a gift from God and we know that she was meant to be part of our family =) This whole journey has been amazing so far, maybe except for the part that Mark was correct about the guess. I’m usually the one who is always right. Haha.
So yes, friends, it’s ggXX till next time!
Love,
Belle
