I was right. I just knew our little baby was a boy.
My GP phoned last night to let me know the results of the genetic tests. Our tiny little angel babe is a boy, and he was perfect. Nothing wrong.
It was the blood clot that claimed his life and took him from us.
I will give him a name shortly, I have one name in mind but I want to do a little bit of searching before I decide.
It's harder to cope, knowing what sex our baby is. But at the same time, it is a great comfort. I can name him and honour him, even though I miss him and love him and want him back.