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Is it October yet? I mean, really, is it? I'm quite done with this semi-constant not-quite-puking-nauseous feeling and just want to have the thing. Alright, if it can't be October, can it at least be May? For my birthday, I want the ultra sound technician to look at me and say "Congratulations, you're having a girl." Can I have that? Pretty please? Better yet, "Congratulations, you're having a healthy baby girl," or even "Congratulations, you're having a beautiful baby girl." I would almost take "You're having a sea monkey" over "You're having a boy." Honestly, I'd be happy about either one, but I honestly don't know what I'd do with a boy. What do you do with them? You can't put them in dresses and braid their hair. Well, you can, but other mommies and daddies would look at you weird, and who wants that? Ok, so like I would care, but still. I just know, down in the pit of my stomach, that if I had a boy he would be gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that, duh. But I just know he would be. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. And not one of the jock types either. No. He'd be the outgoing, flamboyant, very effeminate gay who wears makeup and probably goes to drag shows, or even participates in them. And I'm just fine with that. But where was I? Oh, right. I want a girl. I know what to do with those. And they're generally easier to deal with at a young age. Less destructive and crazy. I hope.