After writing about my sons birth, I knew it would only be fair to share the story of my daughters birth. I didn't want sharing their birth stories to be one of the things that, as the second child, she could hold it against me. Being the second child myself, I am acutely aware of the differences of childhood memories between the first and second born, so I try my darnedest to duplicate everything for her as I did for him. But lets be honest, I came across her Halloween footprints the other day. White feet on a black background, not spider webs, or happy Halloween scrawled on the canvas. But, I tried, and really the most important step is done, the feet. Anyhow, so my daughters birth. First let me start off by saying that we didn't know what we were having for either pregnancy, but I should have known this pregnancy was a girl. I had different cravings, I was nauseous over food I loved, I was carrying different, I had migraines at the beginning and end, and she was a li