I was reading a blog post today about "finding out" whether you're having a boy or a girl. Someone mentioned when they were in the hospital another couple baby had a little boy, but only had pink stuff because they had been told they were having a girl.
When I was pregnant with my daughter I had the same conversation a million times:
Do you know what you're having? Yes, its a girl. You know, my brother's-friend's-cousin's-step-sister (or something like that) was TOLD she was having a girl and it was actually a BOY. Just so you know. Well, the ultrasound tech got a really good look so we're pretty sure its a girl. You know, it might not be. I know.
I got so sick of people telling me that! Of course, I was probably abnormally sensitive to it, because I myself was paranoid we'd have all this girl stuff and then the baby would be a boy. I only bought neutral clothing (in part so we'd be able to use the clothes for future children), but received a lot of girly gifts from relatives. My first question when she was born was "Is it really a girl?"