So, le bebe is a boy! We found out on Friday. Lots of people had predicted that it’s a girl (on the basis of bump shape, the fact I’ve not put on much weight, that I haven’t had much heartburn, that I’m ‘relaxed’ (this from someone who had never met me before, so for all they knew I could have been in a comparative stress frenzy), that my wedding ring went in a circle not a line when dangled over the bump). My own gut feeling at the 13 week scan was that it was a boy. At the end of the day, it’s just a 50/50 chance isn’t it.
And I actually had no preference, so I was happy either way. While I’m very happy to finally be able to call him ‘him’ and not ‘it’, and to start giving him a name when discussing with Dave, I don’t really see how it’s such a big deal anyway. I gather from GOMI that some bloggers have ‘gender reveal parties’ (one involving a treasure hunt) but really who is going to care that much about the gender of someone else’s child? I feel a bit silly even doing a special post on it!