I think I should qualify that knowing my baby's gender would not have made me love it more or less. Of course I would have loved a baby boy just as much as a girl, and I mourned that lost baby very heavily even though I had a gut feeling the whole pregnancy it was a boy. It's just that for me, perhaps because there was no actual baby when I m/c, finding out the gender wasn't something I needed to do. I mourned the loss of a sibling for my sons, and the loss of all the dreams and hopes for that baby I'd built up over 3 months of pregnancy.