Ok Gizzie, so we definitely know you are not twins or triplets, but that chant keeps going through my head. It is from this old song we use to sing while we played jump rope (what??! people play jump rope). Anyways, the people twirling the rope would chant "boy, girl, twins, or triplets" over and over again until the person jumping messed up, and whatever was being chanted when the jumper messed up was what they would supposedly have some day.
Totally scientific.
So all day I have been walking around with that lovely little ditty in my head. Can you tell I am excited to know just what you are?
I want you to know, that whatever you are, that is exactly what we wanted all along. Boy, girl, makes no difference to us, we are just thrilled to call you ours.
I do sort of hope you aren't some of each though. I would hate for you to be known as the Hermaphrodite Cheerleader from Chicago, or for people to write in your yearbook that they are so sorry about your "teeny weenie"....btw that is from a really funny episode of Friends that we will watch together some day.
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