Robb, I know you wish I was a boy, but we’ve been over this. I don’t like hospitals and the operation is too expensive.
Oh, and if Tink turns out to be a boy, I am SO over you, Robb!
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be enbered with your old nonsense. ~ Emerson