Ok, I'm the lady you saw in the grocery and asked if my babies are twins and I said, no they were just born that close together.
Nine months apart almost to the day due to a premature hatching of nub number two.
Everything I own is double, duo or twin. And guess what....I'm pregnant again. Yep.
I had two choices:
(a) to whimper, piss and moan about how it's just not fair and how tired I am all the time or
(b) to do it in style and have fun
I have chosen option b.
I plan to shop till I drop and do the kid thing to the unth degree.
I'm gonna decorate, dress-up, do Santa, Halloween...you name it. I'm gonna have a blast if it kills me. Am I coming off manic? Don't knock it, mania may be all that's keeping me on my feet at times! HA