Isn't there a song from Gigi entitled, Little Girls? Something about how wonderful and special they are. How they make the world go 'round?
Let's hope so. Because Baby B has the three lines that the radiology tech says can only belong to little girls.
I'm actually relieved. I "get" girls...at least I do right now. I understand whining and bossiness and eye-rolling. Do I like those behaviors? Not really. But I do understand them (and even partake on occasion).
Oh and the other good thing about having a girl? I don't have to worry about whether or not to have a briss. Considering I almost passed out at my cousin's, it's a good thing I don't have to deal.
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