A few weeks ago, my husband and I had no intuitive feeling about what our baby’s gender was. I suppose we were still processing the reality of expecting a real baby and we chose not to anticipate the gender. However, I had heard plenty of old wives tales about how to identify the gender. For instance: Carrying low means it’s a girl and high means it’s a boy, and craving salty foods means it’s a boy and craving fruit means it’s a girl (cold fruit is my new BFF by the way). Well, this week Andrew and I went to my 20-week anatomy scan, and… The verdict is in: we’re having a BABY BOY. cue ugly cry…