So my neighbor, friend and former TTC buddy Gwen gave birth to her twin girls on Valentine’s Day at 32 weeks.
They are tiny and beautiful.
I wanted to give her a shout-out and tell you a story about how cute my son is. Because I’m sure I’ve never-before mentioned his cuteness, right?
We were at Gwen’s house. She was taking the hangers off of a huge pile of pink baby clothes. (I’m telling you people, there is no avoiding the pink/blue hysteria. Good luck to those of you who are keeping it secret or waiting to find out. As goddess is my witness, you, too will one day be pulling the hangers off of a pile of pink or blue clothes.) Cakie looked at them and said “Those are for grills.” (Again, did I put this idea in his head? No. I freaking hate pink.) I said, “Well Gwen is going to have two girls coming to live here. They will be Hymen’s sisters. See the babies?” Then I held up the photo from the birth announcement for him to see.
“Those are grills? Those my grills! Those my grills! My grills! Those my grills.”
The more pregnant I get, the more cute he gets, I swear. And I’m totally unbiased.