I am so excited for pony-tails and painted nails.
I feel a little undeserving of a daughter. For years and years I boldly proclaimed that I only wanted male children. But I’ve repented of my foolish ways and I’m thrilled.
She was unashamedly cooperative in showing us what we needed to see to know she was a she. But for the sake of her dignity (and because I don’t have a scanner) I won’t post the immodest picture.
The news of a girl and the news that all her organs seem to be developing normally was enough to distract me from the fact that I completely forgot to put on make-up in my anxious state.
One more girl on the Hall side is going to make for a wild three-some of girl power.
Dorothea (three weeks)