My ark building fantasy may well grow into a reality-driven survival manual. The record amounts of rainfall in these parts keep piling up, and tragically, it always seems to happen on the weekend. At least Sunday wasn't a total washout, as it only rained in the evening, so some beach volleyball fun was had. No need to water any gardens, but lawns need mowing twice as often.
I've been getting back into playing volleyball for a good period of time now since getting back from China, and with the summer season comes beach. For this experienced hardcourt player, it's been a humbling learning curve, as I have had my problems adjusting to the sand. Finally starting to play at a level I am happy with now though - I think wrapping up my injured toe has helped immensely. Who knew that the middle joint in my big toe was so integral to moving and jumping in the sand?
The big thing is remembering to move forward to directly below where you will spike/hit the ball, then jump straight up. It's just physical memory conditioning, but when you forget, you just look silly. Can't jump forward very far from a shifting surface . . .
It's been fun making some new friends in the community here through v-ball, there are a ton of young couples here in Newmarket. Must be the somewhat affordable housing, coupled with the proximity to Toronto. At any rate, it seems like the place is teeming with the pregnant couples, so there are many others in our community who are going through the same things as we are. Half of the players in our group of ten had pregnant wives, which, when relaying this observation to the wife, made her mention the movie Village Of The Damned.
At least the kid'll be bright.
POWERS OF PREDICTION
So, it looks like our little one in the oven will be a girl, from what the ultrasound has shown. We've gotten into lots of strange conversations already with many couples, trying to give us advice on not finding out beforehand. People often give me the line that, "there're so few genuine surprises these days, it's nice to have one, and no matter what, it'll be good news as long as the baby is healthy". Uh, yeah . . . that's fine, I'd rather not have the nurses and such keep secrets just because I want an extra surprise.
Besides, the more I look into it, the more I hear of missed predictions coming from the ultrasound prognoses. This is especially so with the result of "it looks like a girl", as is our case. Most everyone in my family and around us thought it was going to be a boy, going by old wives' tales and convential wisdom and all that - carrying high/low, morning sickness, genetic history, etc. But, we got a decent shot of the little critter which would definitely seem to indicate girl (I have since learned, though, that the best indication for girl is a clear shot of the 'three lines' for the labia, and that we did not see).
And now to add fuel to the fire, this one friend of YJ's, let's call her Helter Skelter (HK), her dad is some sort of baby shaman predictor dude. He has a 100% prediction rate supposedly, and can tell when someone is pregnant when they aren't even close to showing according to legend. Well, when HK brought YJ over to visit months ago, he knew my wife was pregnant (at three months!), even though now past 5 months it's actually a bit hard to tell she's preggers. The King of Baby prediction spoke on it, and he says it's definitely a boy, to further muddy the waters.
Which is why we have Husi polls, so vote for what sex you think the child will be. Key facts: no morning sickness to speak of, not a lot of discomfort, carrying low, craving salty foods (not sweet).
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