Have I ever told you how I was absolutely convinced that O was going to be a boy? We had a boy name picked out and "boy" clothes to spare. But then out the baby came and as Ben laid her on my chest, I distinctly remember looking down at her perfect little face and thinking "hmm, that looks like a girl." And then Ben announced that our new baby was in fact a girl and, well, the rest is history.
Which is all to say that I have absolutely zero confidence in my motherly instinct when it comes to predicting what I'm having, so when people ask me what my gut-feeling is this time around, I generally shrug my shoulders and say "I have no idea." And so I went into the anatomy scan not feeling particularly one way or another about the sex of this baby - although I have to say that most people around me were absolutely convinced that our new little one was going to come equipped with a penis.
But as it turns out, they were all wrong.
It looks like we're having another girl...and we couldn't be more pleased!