But I love them. I really do.
At Costco, the other day, I was told that I'm going to be an auntie again.
The newest baby is due six weeks after the last one.
I'm thrilled. Really chuffed. No sarcasm here. I want to shout this news from the rooftops.
But it's sort of creeping me out that my two brothers married within five weeks of each other. Then had babies, four months (to the day) apart. Now, the next set of babies are six weeks apart, according to the doctor's math.
Makes me wonder if there is something strange in the water out there.
But the absolute best, most important part is... as of this writing, my mom doesn't know. I know something before she does. Woot!
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