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Published 16:56 26 Apr 2019 BST
Updated 17:02 26 Apr 2019 BST

Both my husband and I eagerly said 'yes' and there was a 10-second or so pause while the sonographer went to work.
Then I was told the news that for a brief period I found nothing short of crushing. "It's a boy," she stated cheerily. In response I tried my best to smile and seem happy, but I'm sure it was all halfhearted at best.
Afterwards, once we'd left to get a coffee, there were even a couple of tears.
When I was first pregnant with my daughter in 2012, I initially didn't give too much thought to her gender. My preference, if I'm being honest, was probably a girl - but I was prepared and excited for a boy too.
Second time around, I had much stronger feelings. Knowing I'd probably only have two children, I desperately wanted my little girl to have a younger sister, just like I have now and had growing up.
I felt I knew how to handle girls too; boys were surely difficult, loud, and boisterous.
As the pregnancy progressed I 'came to terms,' with the impending arrival of my son - I knew I'd love him, of course, but I also felt nervous that he'd ultimately be a sort of runner's up prize to my once upon a time dream of two daughters.
The story ends predictably: he was born and the love was instant; a perfect, precious angel.
Now he's 18 months old and the very apple of his mother's eye. A delight in every imaginable way, and so unconditionally loving and affectionate in the way that little boys often are.
And so, here are the five ways I've learned that baby sons are just the best...