Mum's the Word: I have a confession: I never wanted sons. I wanted daughters

When I was pregnant with Joan, I knew she was a girl. We didn’t find out the gender of the baby, but I just knew. Or else, I so badly wanted a girl, I convinced myself that is exactly what we were having.

For about 48 hours, around the 20-week scan, my husband and I thought we might need a boy’s name, just in case. In our minds, instead of it being a 50/50 chance, it was like a 93% chance of our baby being a girl and 7% a boy.