This afternoon at my shop
[Phone rings]
ME: Fat Quarter Quilting, this is Julie-ann.
BARB: Oh hi, Julie-ann, this is Barb.
ME: Hi, Barb, how are you?
BARB: Have you heard the heartbeat yet?
ME: What? Ah, yeah actually, twice.
BARB: How fast was it?
ME: 160 beats a minute, both times.
BARB: Oh! You’re having a girl. So have you gotten in the thread I ordered?
Tonight in my baby book
“The baby’s heart rate is not an indication of gender. A study in the mid-1990s, using over 10,000 measurements, dispelled the theory that the speed of a baby’s heartbeat predicted whether it would be a boy or girl.”
I love science. Conversely, I also love my job.
Most days.
