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When I became pregnant with my first child, I desperately wanted a girl. My husband?s stories of growing up with his brother terrified me. The fierce competition, the physical aggression, the numerous trips to the emergency room ? And I had my own memories, such as my older brother and his friend trying to see how many trash cans they could clear jumping off a swing. I?d take a nice girly girl, thank you very much, who would color quietly, play Barbies and wear pink bows in her hair. To my delight, I was, in fact, blessed with a beautiful baby girl, although I quickly came to realize that girls aren?t necessarily as easy as they?re supposed to be...Read more