Bucky Diary: Week 17-18

Bucky,
We are going to practice calling you the female version because of the following things:

-I had a dream that I gave birth and it was very easy. You were a girl and that part was the most real of the whole thing. We were calling you different girl names and at the end of the dream I said the right one, the name we decided on, and then woke up.
-I had a random customer ask if he could predict what you are, and he said girl. Nobody else at work (customers or employees) have guessed.
-The midwife has said girl on two instances: at our first appointment because my skin was 'flushed', and at our last appointment just because she wanted to vote again.
-We have our girl name decided and have had it since before you were conceived, but we are still fighting about the boy name. A friend of a friend said that happened to them when they weren't finding out the sex of their baby and it turned out that they got the gender of the name that they weren't fighting over.
-At our family reunion, we did the Drano test (pee in a jar, put in crystal Drano, check the color within 10 seconds), and it said girl. Also 9 out of 11 people at the reunion guessed girl before we did the test, and the 5 people who voted boy weren't there. The other two put 'other'.
-I'm craving sweets more than meat.

Here are the signs you are a boy:
-We are calling you Buck, which is a male name.
-Your grandma gave me a blue charm for my bracelet.
-I had a dream I was breastfeeding and it was very easy. That part was the most real of the whole thing. You were a boy named Cawyer, which is our cousin's son's name.
-Your cousin (and mine) told me you are definitely a boy.

Just to prove how accurate the first example of your girlhood is, let me offer you this miracle that happened just last night:
I dreamt that your Aunt Liz had a baby boy, and it was extremely realistic. She found out the sex of her baby yesterday afternoon and I hadn't heard what the result was, until I woke up this morning to a text message saying it's a boy. Obviously I have some kind of psychic abilities.

And just so you know, if you do end up being a boy, you already have a best friend picked out for you (your now-confirmed boy cousin). And if you do end up being a girl, your husband has already been decided. We won't call him your cousin because that's just weird; but you will be friends growing up (different cities and all that), but will go to the same college, where you will fall in love and get married and make me and your Aunt Liz grandparents together, just like how we are pregnant with you two right now.

Of course, all of this is just speculation, my dear Bucky, until we do the ring test, the pencil test, and until you are born confirming all of it for us. Either way, we are happy to have you!

PS- Can you start kicking some more? Other than the bubbles, I felt it once during a scary TV show (American Horror Story), and I think I felt it last night after having a milkshake with dinner. Thanks!