And I mean it’s really really a boy; you could see the meat and two veg from across the other side of the room as the sonographer panned around my uterus, though I valiantly stopped myself from making a ‘well endowed like his dad’ joke.
I have to say that I completely expected a girl so the news hasn’t quite sunk in yet. Will has three sisters and I always saw us having a couple of little girls before a boy came along. Girls are safe – I am one, obviously, I feel well within my comfort zone with Elfie and there are no dangerous appendages waiting to squirt you with wee as you reveal them to the cold air. We have no boys names (unless you’d consider Annabel masculine?) and I have a dangerous feeling there will be a severe amount of shopping required to prepare (needs must…).
I feel a bit freaked out – there is a penis growing inside me!