Articulations from the Extroverted Introvert

“Sweet sweet baby, I go crazy”

January 21, 2007 · 1 Comment

Sometimes I wonder about… Predestination. Fate. Serendipity. Coincidence.

The following notion somewhat baffles me. I questioned its authenticity until I came to the conclusion that it is going to have to be one of those things you don’t take too seriously.

Recently, I found out that my friend’s mom is going to have a baby in a few months. Upon hearing this exciting news on a Grey’s Anatomy night, we were introduced to the pencil trick. It was weird that in a room of six girls none of us had heard of this one. Assuming you are unfamiliar with said trick, let me explain a little further. Apparently, you take a sharpened pencil and insert a threaded needle in the middle of the eraser. Then, while dangling the pencil upside down and clutching the string you place it above someone’s wrist with their palm facing up. If the pencil sways side to side (across wrist), then the baby will be a girl, and if the pencil swings up and down (wrist to elbow) it’s a boy. Also, it will tell you all the babies you will have by spinning in the middle in between children. Once there are no more children the pencil stops swaying.

We were all in disbelief of such trick. Some might say well, there’s a 50/50 chance, but it is really odd to hear women say the exact order was right. How could that be? Curious to learn more of this pencil trick I looked it up online and found dozens of women say it was entirely right. One lady said that before she was married, when she dated guys she would do the pencil trick without explaining what it meant to see if their order and amount of children were the same. Her (now) husband’s was. That’s just one of the many stories. Another lady wrote that she owns a baby store and has done this trick over 200 times with women and all have them have been right. I was so intrigued that I tried the trick on my mom and sure enough, all girls.

Now, that entire group of friends wants to try it out to see how many and the gender of kids we’ll have. That is so weird. I am unsure what to think about it. What do you think? Possible? Crazy? Stupid? Impossible?

Lyrics from Sweet Sweet Baby by Michelle Featherstone.

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