It’s coming dangerously close to that time of year when I have to spew out maternal-hormone-soaked drivel about my babies getting older.
I don’t want to do it.
Because I don’t want to believe it.
It’s coming dangerously close to that time of year when I have to spew out maternal-hormone-soaked drivel about my babies getting older.
I don’t want to do it.
Because I don’t want to believe it.
If you want, I’ll cry with you at the thought that your baby is almost one. Because, well, I’m hormonal and pregnant, and I haven’t met him yet. (Yes I know my daughter is almost 2 and you haven’t met her yet either…)
So sad.