…that which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet…
Well…not really, but we do have a name for baby girl. Actually the name was a huge part of what pushed me over the fence when it came to having a gender preference. This time around, the deal was that my husband got to pick the baby’s name. I got to pick our son’s name after simply stating that after 9 months of carrying him and then pushing him out of my hoo haw, while risking possible tears and never being the same, I should get to. Wellllll that excuse wasn’t going Continue reading
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