I’ll never forget the moment my daughter was born. We had been convinced she was a boy all throughout the pregnancy. All the old wives’ tales pointed in the direction of a boy: the way my belly was shaped, my sour food cravings and the key test. A stranger in Manhattan even stopped me in my tracks on the way home from work one day, yelling, “It’s a boy!” We were so convinced it was a girl that we only picked out boy’s names. It wasn’t until the day before I was induced, while sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, that I … [Read more...]
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