My husband and I were expecting our second child, and just like most parents we were putting together a list of names — boy names. Sure, we tossed around a few names for a baby girl, but we knew we were having another boy. We could feel it. Plus, that’s what the Chinese gender chart told us. Just kidding!
So, there we were, waiting for the technician to start the ultrasound and *fingers crossed* find out what we were having. Boy. . . Girl. . . It didn’t matter. We loved the child. But growing up with four other sisters, I knew what kind of special torture daughters could put their parents through. And I was terrified. My husband, on the other hand, was looking forward to a little girl. At the time, D was the epitome of a mama’s boy and Daddy Continue reading