That may not sound like it’s worth blogging about but if you consider where we were 1 pregnancy ago, it is pretty noteworthy. Today “we” are 29 weeks along which–in my ongoing parallel universe theme–puts us at the day that Jenn went into the hospital. The next day, I would write this email and scare the hell out of everyone I knew. The good news, and the thing worth writing about is that we are happily sitting at home, recovering from Grace’s inexplicable pre-dinner tantrum and thinking about what kind of trouble two little girls could really be. Quiet is nice.
“Do these stripes make me look pregnant?”
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