Evening the score...

Brian has always spoiled my fun. okay, maybe that's a little too general... what i mean is, that Brian has always spoiled my fun when it comes to determining the gender of our unborn, growing children. every single time he has "known" and every single time i think i "know" and he is ALWAYS right. (my comfort comes in knowing that I am always right in every other area; no, seriously! I am. I am one of the rightest people ever! just ask him..)
Anyway with this baby I am currently cooking, I decided to abandon all hope of guessing and leave it up to him. I asked him what are we having? he has no clue. What? since when Mr. Know It All? After repeated inquiries I gave up and resigned myself to a state of unknown which has pretty much been torture for me...
until today.
we had our ultrasound.
The lady squeezed the warm jelly on my gigantic stomach and got to work. Right away she told us. we had a pink baby, she said. I was excited but thrilled for Hailey. Then she started saying, "oh, no...oh no oh no." To which I started freaking out. She quickly assured me that it was not a bad oh no. At this point I am wondering what exactly is a good oh no in this situation?
Brian pipes up. Confident. Sure. He says,
"It's a boy."
She says yes, she spoke too soon. It was a boy. She apologizes profusely. I feel confused. We leave.
Brian says in the elevator, the moment she said it was a girl, he knew she was wrong. He had the strongest feeling. He was sure at that point this little baby was a boy.
"oh." I say. But what I think is that it's a little too convenient for me. Now he can say he knew what every baby was before me.
But you know what I have on him?
I think he has forgotten, but in order to get his way on the spelling of the last child's name. (I wanted Kaleb, he wanted Caleb) he signed over full rights to naming the next one to me. (He thought we were done.)
So I smiled to myself the whole ride home. Let the name war begin.
Any suggestions?