Now this is an ongoing debate in our house…

I am the oldest child, and also the oldest daughter…its a family tradition actually. On my Mom’s side, going back eight generations, the firstborn child has always been a girl. On my Dad’s side it goes back a few generations, at least four that I’m aware of (once you get into the depths of Italy, the family history is harder to track). But either way, I’ve got a hella lot of generations backing the expectation that my firstborn child will be a girl.

But before you think I’m destined to have a girl….let me tell you the competition. Marmot is the oldest son. The firstborn child has been a son going back ten generations. TEN! All boys. Naturally, Marmot wants our firstborn to be a boy.

But I am Italian. And you know how those Italian momma’s love their sons. Especially the firstborn son. My grandmother never openly played favorites, but the older I got the more I realized that my grandmother adored my Dad. Not that she didn’t adore my aunts, but she was SO proud of my Dad. I still tease him about it.

My Mom told me about the book, How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby which I laughed about at first…but Mom had known about the book for years, so it couldn’t be total crap right? I read it, along with TCOYF (the reason we started using natural family planning as birth control) and decided I can totally do this temping thing, I can swing the odds towards a boy. 

But lately I’ve been thinking about my family history….and girly nurseries like this one…and cute pink tutus…and awwww….

So the debate rages on in our household….will our firstborn be a boy or girl?