Apparently a mother always knows what sex her Bean will be. I can honestly say I haven't got the foggiest. So, given the early failure in womens' intuition I am having to rely on more scientific methods.
I'm carrying the weight out front, so it's a BOY.
I'm carrying high, so it's a GIRL.
I had morning sickness early in preganncy, so it's a GIRL.
The baby's heartbeat is greater than 140bpm, so it's a GIRL.
I have no desire for orange juice, so it's a BOY.
I'm looking particularly good during pregnancy (ahem), so it's a BOY.
My belly looks like a basketball (as opposed to a watermelon), so it's a BOY.
The sum of the my age at conception and the number of the month of conception is an odd number, so it's a GIRL.
So, there we have. A 50:50 chance of having a girl or a boy. And who said Old Wives' Tales weren't accurate?