“I knew Erica Packer was having a girl!” declared my friend
triumphantly in a voicemail message she left on my phone. This was in
response to my earlier text message: “You were right about Erica!”.
news about baby Indigo’s arrival was timely because my friend and I had
been discussing it over the weekend. “You’re having a girl and so is
Erica” she’d assured me over olives, wine (her) and tea (me) as I’d
nodded agreeably and somewhat vaguely.
My friend is very good at picking unborn baby genders and I dare not argue because she’s so confident about her predictions.
Me? Not so much. In fact, I’m not confident at all about what I’m
having. To be honest, I’ve spent alarmingly little time during this
pregnancy even thinking about it. Far less, it would seem, than my