People are more curious than ever as to the gender of Bun. When I was only a few months pregnant, people were content with my response that we were having "a baby!" Now I think people are starting to get pissed off.
It is not like the Hoos and I know if the baby is a boy or a girl and are refusing to tell people. We (okay, I) chose not to find out (and the Hoos went along for the ride). The ultrasound tech respected our decision and even though we continue to speculate about what we may or may not have seen during my 20-week ultrasound and read into everything that she said, we really don't have a clue.
When I was pregnant with LP I would say that about 75% of the people I encountered told me I was having a boy. They based this on the way I was carrying, the dimple on my chin, the consistency of my hair...you name an old wives tale and it would be bastardized to determine the sex of my Bump.
This time around people are comparing me to last time, "You are carrying differently, it must be a boy!" or "You are carrying the same, it is a girl!" or "You don't look as spectacular as you looked last pregnancy, you know what they say, boys steal your beauty." Gee, thanks.
The only nice comment I got was that I appear to have less back fat than last time, making Bun a boy. I don't care what the sex is, but I am psyched that my back looks less fat. Or maybe my bras just fit better.