A girl? A boy?

This is me when I was 8 months pregnant with Oliver.



Before we found out the gender of the baby, I was so sure that I would be having a little girl. Not that I was preferential to girls or anything but I had this gut feeling that I was carrying a girl. I remember lying on the clinic table doing my scan when the doctor suddenly asked if I wanted to know the sex of the baby. I was just so sure he would say "It's a girl", but instead he blurted out "99% it's a boy". Boy, was I shocked. Honestly, personally, my idea of a perfect family was having a boy first then a girl, because I myself had always wished I had a older brother to watch over me, be my guardian, in a way. So was I happy that I had a boy? Hell yeah! I just don't know if I'll be lucky enough to have a girl after Oliver. If I pop out another boy, and then ANOTHER boy, I'll faint.