September 7, 1533
My /daughter /was born today. She's alive and healthy, but she's not a boy. Great, all that hard work for /nothing/. I named her Elizabeth. At least she'll hopefully become a Queen. Henry is very pleased with his beautiful baby girl, yet he's upset that she's not a beautiful baby boy. Hopefully she'll live her life as I have; happy, rich, and Queen.
It's a girl,
Anne Boleyn
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