The scan has spoken. Time to hold off on buying the pink clothes, no need to rush out to look at dolls and princess outfits. For as I had predicted since day one of this pregnancy, we're having another boy. So leaving aside the question of why does no one listen to me on these matters as I have yet to be proved wrong, it is time to celebrate. I have to say that I am absolutely thrilled. Another little lad. I love boys, know all about them. I can play knights and pirates, my footie skills are improving daily and we live very near a train bridge on which hours can be whiled away watching express trains and freight trains whilst being waved at by the drivers. We've got enough boy clothes to sink a battleship. There isn't very much pink in our house. It's how I like it.
I'm always taken aback by the number of people who presume that, with 2 boys, I must be wanting a girl. The honest truth is that I'm not. If number 3 had been a girl I would have been delighted, but I'm equally as thrilled with a boy. I was chatting in the playground with a Mum of 3 girls the other day and we agreed that there's a lot to be said for having a family all of the same sex. Everything just seems a bit easier somehow. Certainly, there is no need to flash me a look of sympathy.
So now we know, the time has come to start thinking of a name. And here we start to run into trouble. For the only issue that I can see with having 3 boys is that we have run out of boys names that we both like. Let the debate (better known as a discussion with some heat in it) commence!