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In other news, Ness had her 20-week scan (er, five weeks ago, must update more often) and all’s well on the developing-Godbolt front. We decided not to find out the sex, and now we’re brainstorming names for the littl’un. It’s a lot harder than I thought finding the balance between boring and/or already taken and interesting-but-gets-the-shit-kicked-out-of-them-at-school names.
On the subject of finding the sex of your baby, it’s amazing how polarising a subject that is. It’s like Marmite: people are either detemined to find out or dead set against knowing. Nobody seems to sit on the fence. Ask anyone — even people without kids — and you’re likely to get a very strong opinion on the matter.
Luckily Ness and I both fall into the same camp. We’re looking forward to the surprise and the ability to ring grandparents and friends saying “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl”, which I think sounds better than the rather less exciting “As expected she’s been born”.