You are in the doctor's office for the "big" ultrasound appointment to find out, first of all, the health of your baby and second what kind of plumbing they have. You anxiously await the verdict. Then she says "there it is - the equal sign - that means a GIRL!". Immediately you think pink. It's a girl. And then somewhere in the next few minutes of picturing your baby girl you imagine this day . . .Our first day of ballet. A little girl in a pink tutu. Really - nothing cuter. Honestly, I don't even really like ballet that much. I'm totally fine never seeing the Nutcracker ever again. I agree it is quite pretty but I am kind of always waiting for the singing to begin. Even so, I guess I just consider preschool ballet a bit of a rite of passage so I was thrilled to go buy those precious little slippers and our first tutu and head out to the dance studio for the first time.