Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The Gender Fiasco of 2015

The day we had been looking forward to turned into a bipolar definition.

I cried.  When the absence of a ween sunk in;  I cried.  I wanted a boy.  I wanted a boy for Cory to bond with and for me to camp with on muggy Florida weekends.  I don't know anything about super girly activities.  List of things I avoid:  HIV, Flossing, and Teen aged girls.

That seems like a distant thought.  Now all I think about are dresses and the daddy-daughter bond.


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