You know, usually I'm just fine with the fact that we are most likely going to just have two children. Most of the time I think two, especially two girls is the perfect number of children in a family. 99% of the time these days I'm content. I even managed to pass on most of the baby clothes. That only happened two weeks ago, but should be a sign that I'm content with the way things are.
But every now and then I remember when this:
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was this:
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And I get itchy.
*sigh*
1 comment:
I have stock in Calamine. :-)
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