For The Love Of A Dog

“If you tell me this is a boy I’m going to cry,” I told the technician that day. It was August 2008 and I was five months pregnant and the results of that sonogram felt crucial to my mental health. “It’s not your fault. And I’ll be fine. But we already have three boys and we’re really hoping for a girl. If it’s another boy I need to get my crying done n…