Our house has turned into a spa. Or at least that's what I tell myself every morning when I give E an oatmeal bath after watching her smear her breakfast all over her belly. and feet. and hair.
Speaking of hair, I cut mine. Like a lot. It was a little treat to reward myself for finally giving baby #2 some attention and suffering through a prenatal appointment.
Speaking of prenatal appointment. The midwife asked if twins run in the family. No. Are you calling me fat? And so begin the inappropriate questions people ask pregnant women. And the dramatic responses due to over-sensitivity about my weight.
Speaking of twins, apparently my Grammy has both cousins and nieces that are twins and Husband's Grammy has twin relatives as well. Is that considered running in the family? Oops. They say twins skip a generation. Upon further investigation, I have found that to be a myth. Turns out only fraternal twins can be genetic and only the mom is responsible as it depends on how many eggs she releases. But Dad can carry the gene and pass it on to his daughter who would then be predisposed to have twins. So while it can skip a generation, it doesn't have to. I won't find out if it's fat or twins until July 8th. Please join me in the suspense. I've sort of become attached to the idea of getting 2 babies out of 1 pregnancy and I'll miss the second if it turns out to just be one.
Speaking of Grammys, we have clearly neglected our duties to make sure E gets enough Grammy Miller time via Skype. I had signed out of all accounts on our Chromebook and left her to play in the locked log-in screen thinking she our settings would be safe and she wouldn't be able to send any weird emails or buy anything off our Amazon wishlists. I came back to find she had signed-in as "guest" and was reading the help section on making video calls. Oy, she is good. Message received, E. We'll set up a Skype date pronto. Are you reading this, Grammy Miller?
Speaking of hair, I cut mine. Like a lot. It was a little treat to reward myself for finally giving baby #2 some attention and suffering through a prenatal appointment.
Speaking of prenatal appointment. The midwife asked if twins run in the family. No. Are you calling me fat? And so begin the inappropriate questions people ask pregnant women. And the dramatic responses due to over-sensitivity about my weight.
Speaking of twins, apparently my Grammy has both cousins and nieces that are twins and Husband's Grammy has twin relatives as well. Is that considered running in the family? Oops. They say twins skip a generation. Upon further investigation, I have found that to be a myth. Turns out only fraternal twins can be genetic and only the mom is responsible as it depends on how many eggs she releases. But Dad can carry the gene and pass it on to his daughter who would then be predisposed to have twins. So while it can skip a generation, it doesn't have to. I won't find out if it's fat or twins until July 8th. Please join me in the suspense. I've sort of become attached to the idea of getting 2 babies out of 1 pregnancy and I'll miss the second if it turns out to just be one.
Speaking of Grammys, we have clearly neglected our duties to make sure E gets enough Grammy Miller time via Skype. I had signed out of all accounts on our Chromebook and left her to play in the locked log-in screen thinking she our settings would be safe and she wouldn't be able to send any weird emails or buy anything off our Amazon wishlists. I came back to find she had signed-in as "guest" and was reading the help section on making video calls. Oy, she is good. Message received, E. We'll set up a Skype date pronto. Are you reading this, Grammy Miller?
I've read it! How soon can we do it? (Grammy)
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