My Predicitions Could Be All Wrong

I have been convinced since the start that this little baby (my little pepper, I've come to call it due to my early cravings for spicy foods) is a boy.  I just don't feel as emotional as I did with Peach and, aside from the more than average weight gain, I think that I'm feeling pretty good.

Then this past weekend, on our 4th of July weekend, I may have changed my mind.  Why? Well, I experienced something that I only had when I was pregnant with Peach:  chest pains due to a potassium deficiency.  I actually took myself to the ER when this happened with Peach, worried that there was a greater issue having never experienced any type of chest pain.  A series of tests, and a few  hours later and the Doc came in and told me to eat more bananas.  I was extremely low in potassium.  Huh?  Okay, then.   So I did.  No more chest pains.

Walking around the little tourist town we were in, I experienced the chest pains again.  I quickly ruled out "heart attack" from the symptoms I know one could have, and thought back to my potassium episode.  We headed for the ice cream shoppe, figuring they'd have a banana on hand-- they did.  I ate it and no more chest pains. 

Could this be a symptom of pregnancy for me now?  Maybe.  Is it a potential sign that we could be having a girl?  Perhaps.

July 19th is the date set for our ultrasound.  I am super excited to be able to focus on our baby name choices-- the list is long and I'm not finding anything that I really just love yet.  My husband is not a fickle a man.  I could like a name for a long time (as I did with the names of my current two children) and not tire of them.  But it seems from week to week, I place new names in the top spots.  It is a revolving door.