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Grandpa's barn always smelled like fresh hay. He would only come in on frosty winter nights after he had made sure all the animals were fed and bedded down in clean stalls with straw piled high around them and a manger full of grain and alfalfa.
How precious... It is so sad that some people spend so much time wishing and hoping (and doing everything possible to ensure) for a baby of a certain sex. You know you are ready and mature enough for a baby when the sex is irrelevant and you are in love with the idea of having a child, any child, and not of a specific gender. The poor child of the mother who doesn't get what she "hoped" for.