May I have the Ultrasound please?

In the infamous words of my Christian Freak Friend, who is growing a freakish alien inside of her at the moment:

"It's a frickin' GIRL! We thought it was a boy this whole time. We're adjusting."

I'm saving the voice mail for when the child turns 16 and needs ammunition. She won't need much; have you MET her mother?

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