The Whisler Life

So I went to an appointment with my (seemingly normal) chiropractor last week to get my neck adjusted.  The appointment went well and I was feeling quite pleased.  As part of the ongoing conversation about my pregnancy, he asked if we knew the sex of the baby yet.  I told him no, and that we actually aren’t planning on learning the sex until the baby’s birthday.  He seemed kind of disappointed with my answer, so I asked him why he was so interested.  He said that he thought he could determine the sex himself.  I was more than a little suspicious at this point and wondered how much this was gonna hurt?!?!  He assured me that it would be a simple "voodoo procedure" and then smiled slyly.  I reluctantly agreed and he proceeded to have me sit on the edge of the chiropractic bed/table and put my arms out in front of me.  He pushed on one arm, then pushed on the other, then both…. then put a hand on my belly and repeated the whole process with my arms… then put a finger on my forehead and did it all again.  He could tell that I thought he was acting like a total quack and he was getting a kick out of the cynical look on my face.  After about five minutes of this "kinesiology" test, he declared that my "body" had told him the sex of our baby.  After twisting his harm and accusing him of being able to lie about the outcome if he didn’t tell me what he had found, he declared that we are having a GIRL.  Hmmm?  If you think about it, the betting odds are really quite good at 50/50.   I told him that he’s one of very few on the planet that think it’s going to be a girl, and that most members of our family are guessing boy.  He corrected me by saying that it’s not HE who thinks it’s a girl, but my body that told him.  Uh huh.  We’ll see.