I was convinced we were having a boy. I also went for some acupuncture in the early stages of pregnancy and my acupuncturist asked if I wanted to try out the ancient Chinese way of predicting gender, just for a bit of fun. She took my pulse in both wrists to feel which was stronger. It was stronger on my right which apparently meant I was having a boy. I, of course, went home and Googled Chinese gender predictions and it said that a stronger pulse on my right hand meant a girl. Confused.com.
I was quite happy with the prospect of a boy and, with a donor egg, I figured it could mean more genes from Mike. But on the day the test results were due I woke up with an overwhelming urge for a girl. I calmed myself with the words of a friend who said she had also been desperate for a girl but finding out she was having a boy gave her the rest of her pregnancy to adjust to the idea and, of course, she adores her boy.
So Mike and I sat next to each other on the settee in the conservatory. IPad in hand and I pulled up the email and opened the attachment and we slowly scrolled down until we came to the bit that said:
Fetal sex: FEMALE
And I burst into tears.