I was convinced I was having a little boy, partly 'cos deep down I had always wanted a little girl, and it had been such a miracle that I'd got pregnant anyway, after 5 years of trying, a miscarriage and an ectopic, that I didn't feel it was possible for all my dreams to have come true.
However, we chose not to find out at the scans, dh wanted to know, but I love surprises, I'm rather romantic that way
Interestingly, when i was 6 months pg, we stopped off at a motorway service station, to get a coffee at 5am in the morning, to be served by this v chatty and chirpy Scottish lady, who told us that she had this strange gift, whereby she could guess the baby's sex by laying her hands on the bump and feeling its vibrations - she claimed never to have been wrong, and her local doctor wanted to know how she did it. Needless to say, I let her touch my bump, no it wasn't that spooky!! and she confidently informed my husband he would have someone to play football with....
So, 2 months later (one month earlier than planned) during my emergency caesarian, we were all ready to greet little Hector into the world, when the midwife announced little Hector was a she!! We couldn't stop crying with joy! Of course we would have loved a boy too, but as my dh is from a family of boys, I think it was secretly what he was hoping for too.
If there is a next time around for us, I don't mind what sex the little darling is, although I do love thinking up girls' names, I honestly think that's the crux of it - embarrassingly - plus all those dinky little dress and pants sets!
P.S. We never did revisit that service station caf to dish the dirt on that imposter!!