Yesterday we got fantastic news at the scan, our child is looking healthy and well.
DR: So, you want to know the gender?
US: Yes please.
DR: I've er seen something a few times but let's have a proper look just to be sure...
Wierd jelly shapes go crazy on the screen as the ultrasound device slides around the goo on Beloved's belly. Legs appear, disappear, appear again.
Suddenly the screen is all tackle, front and centre. If that's a girl she's got some serious tucking to do between now and the birth.
ME: That's my boy!
Tears welled. I beamed.
We would have been happy either way. But I'm thrilled with my boy, he's a good kid, wriggling around and taking no orders even in the womb- Beloved had to do a toilet break to get him to move around for the heart scans.
He's gone from foetus to boy, and I'm walking on air.
But now a whole new set of questions, readings, learnings and decisions to confront...
Who needs Simon Schama? - Let's face it, there's nothing the BBC likes better than to send bespectacled history boffins out into the fields to stomp around in the mud, to frown port...
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