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The Poker Game by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge (Courtesy, Sotheby's)

All right everyone, it's time to play guess the sex of the fetus game! Keep your fingers crossed and hope that our kid is an exhibitionist and shows us the goods on Friday when I have my ultrasound. For those of you who take a more scientific approach to these sorts of things, here are a few of the notable symptoms that I've experienced so far:

1. Awesome, incredibly fast-growing hair. I'm like a Chia Pet.
2. I never once threw up during the whole nauseous phase, but I did have substantial food aversions.
3. Super-human sense of smell, even though that has all but disappeared due to congestion and a nose that runs like a faucet.
4. The past month or so my forehead has resembled a topographical map of the Rocky Mountains. Seriously, I never had acne this bad, not even when I was a greasy teenager.
5. Huge, I'm talking painfully huge, boobs.
6. Food cravings that center mostly around wanting sweet things, like frosted poptarts, twinkies and frozen Snickers ice cream bars. Though there was the whole weird thing with Arby's at the beginning where I could not function until I had some roast beef sandwiches, dammit.

So there you have it. For those of you less scientific, feel free to flip a coin or ask your local cashier, whatever works for you. Just be sure to leave your prognostication in the comments. The winner gets, um, hmmm. Well, the winner gets the satisfaction of knowing the contents of my uterus better than myself, because I seriously have no clue. So get to it!