The morning after DH and I DTD once, I told him that I was pregnant with a little girl. He was really pleased until he realised I was going on a feeling, and not a POAS and he'd have to wait for 2 weeks to see if I was right!

I was certainly right about being UTD, but we now have an 8 month old little man, not a little girl.

While I don't like being incorrect about *anything* we couldn't be happier with DS2

I was so sure he was a girl until I was about 12 weeks though, that I actually bought this gorgeous pink rug with an embroidered zebra, which came with a toy zebra ... and then after 12 weeks I started suspecting boy, and by around 22 weeks, I was so certain he was a boy we gave away the rug and toy.

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DS1 however, I didn't think I was pregnant, nor did our doctor, the blood tests, the sonographer, or the fertility specialist! I was about to go off on an event which could have involved a rather large amount of drinking (after I hadn't drunk anything in about a year, because we were TTC) and as a fleeting thought of "but what if ...?" (as I'd been nauseous for a couple of weeks) I decided to do a POASs just in case, before heading off with my bottle of champagne, and sure enough - two lines. Absolutely no idea. Made sense in hindsight, as I'd had m/s since a day and a half after conception, but I'd crazily assumed that a squadron of doctors, fertility specialists, ultrasound technicians etc would be able to notice that not only had I ovulated (they said I hadn't) but I was actually pregnant!