Officially made it further than my last pregnancy as of this afternoon. 6w6d. We just found out we’re having another girl and I broke down crying and had to end my call with my husband. I know it shouldn’t matter but I ALWAYS wanted a boy and we finally got pregnant and found out it was a boy, early this year. I lost him the next day. I know I will love her just as much as my other two daughters but I also know there no talking my husband into trying again after this one, too. My heart is still broken from losing my son and most likely never getting to use the last name that I absolutely love because my husband hates it for a girl.