I really, really love my kids. I have five of the most interesting, witty (I like wit, I see it as a sign of intelligence), intelligent, right-minded, mildly helpful children a mother could hope to have. (I am certain you do to. We all do, that is the blessing of being a parent. We get to be biased.) I have given birth to 5 children. (This is an important point because I also have 4 children I have not given birth to) Boy, girl, girl, girl, girl!! By the third child's ultrasound I was mildly disappointed it was a girl, by the fourth child's ultrasound I drove home in tears because she was a girl, and by the fifth child I didn't even have an ultrasound. I don't think I could have taken the disappointment. I DID however believe I was going to have a boy. Holy Crap what a blow to my psyche. How could this have happened to me. Heavenly Father, I don't like girls, remember? He does have a sense of humor. I got hoodwinked. Many years have passed and I no