I just knew I was having a girl. I felt it in my heart. I sat in the sun on the playground one day watching my students run by in a blur, and as their 10-year-old energy swirled around me, I had this anchoring feeling that I was having a girl.

Imagine my surprise when the ultrasound tech said, “And that’s a penis. You have a boy. Congratulations!”

“A boy? Are you sure?” As much as that little cocktail weenie nub floating on the screen looked undeniably like a part of a boy, I was shocked. I am a highly intuitive person. I thought I would sense the sex of the baby growing inside my body. I thought I would be able to sense the presence of a penis within me. [Read more…]