The results are in, and the baby's gender is ....

"You have a 42 percent chance of having a boy .... And you have a 57 percent chance of having a girl."

This is what the latest results of an online survey told me this morning. I have taken one survey a week for the past 10 weeks or so.

And here, according to feedback I received from the survey after answering a bunch of questions, are some of the reasons why I have a 57 percent chance of having a girl:

"You are carrying the extra weight out front, so it's a boy.

"The hair on your legs is not growing any faster during your pregnancy, so it's a girl.

"Girls are carried high. You are going to have a girl.

"Sleeping in a bed with your pillow to the south indicates that you will be having a girl.

"Your feet are not colder than they were before pregnancy. You are having a girl.

"Dad-to-be hasn't been gaining weight along with Mom-to-be, so it will be a girl.

"The maternal grandmother doesn't have gray hair (dyed or natural), so a girl will be born.

"You didn't have morning sickness early in pregnancy, so it will be a boy.

"Since the sum of the mother's age at conception and the number of the month of conception is an odd number, it will be a girl.

"A needle on a thread held over your belly moves in circles, so you will have a boy.

"You are craving sweets, which means that it is a girl.

"Your nose has been spreading, which indicates a boy.

"Your baby's heart rate is 140 or more beats per minute, so it's a girl.

"You are having headaches, so it's a boy.

"When asked to show your palms, you show the back of your hand, so it's a boy.

"When picking up a coffee mug, you use the body of the mug, so it's a girl."

Yep, the survey has it all figured out. My friends must be wrong. Mary Reeves, my-worker, was probably the first to take a strong position on the sex of my future child as soon as I announced my pregnancy.

"It's a boy, I just know it," is what Mary said. She then got out a string and tied my wedding band to it and told me to lie down on the floor. I hit the hard newsroom floor without hesitation, lying on my back and waiting for her to confirm the gender of my baby. Most of the guys -- red faced -- in the newsroom scattered or ignored us, as they always do when "girly" conversations take place, while we performed the test.

The string didn't just move in circles, it was like a tornado twister moving over my body.

"Are you sure you're not having twins?" Mary asked. "It's definitely a boy," she assured me.

About a week later, my friends Billy and Angelica Wortham also assured me a boy would be born. Ancient Chinese Doctor Billy looked deep into my eyes and studied the vessels that run through them. I'm not sure exactly what he was looking for, but he was confident in his determination, too. Billy repeated this test a couple months later.

"It's still a boy," he said.

My good friend John has said from day one it's a girl, as have my parents, although their diagnosis comes purely from the fact that they currently only have two hellacious grandsons.

My husband calls the little rascal a boy, while I just call it baby. I think my belief that I have a 50/50 chance of having a boy or girl is right on the money.

I really don't care, because boys mean Little League Baseball and sports and short hair and outdoors and ... frogs and snakes? Yuck!

Sugar and spice and everything nice? Now I can handle that!

In all seriousness, I will be thrilled with either a healthy boy or girl, and I can't wait to find out -- in just a few hours -- what the ultrasound technician tells me.

If I had to guess, my gut is telling me a girl ... Now I must go find out if my motherly instinct is correct..............

Yes, it's a girl!

Now I begin the saga of choosing a name.

-- Sadie Fowler is lifestyles editor at the Times-Gazette. Her columns, Sadie Says and Simply Delish, run every Sunday. She may be reached at sfowler@t-g.com or 684-1200 ext. 214.