Once upon a time, I was completely non-girly. Femininity is one thing, but girly-ness is a whole other state of being. I did not cry at sappy love stories. Anything sparkly, ruffle-laden, or pink would cause me to roll my eyes and make retching sounds. Princess movies did not make me swoon and the sight of a baby did not make my uterus sit up and say “awwww.”
And then My Daughter happened.