Micaela has a cold.
She has been rubbing her germy fingers all over me, all day long.
I will undoubtedly have a cold tomorrow.
But, on the cuter side, she sneezes and then says "God bless you".
I hope the next baby is just as cute. I don't want cuter or less cute because I don't want to favor one over the other, and I definitely don't want cuter because cuteness makes it incredibly difficult to not laugh when they are doing something they aren't supposed to be doing, and I have enough trouble with this issue with Micaela.
Speaking of baby "lo" #2 (LO:'Little One', 'Liam and Onj', or 'it' in Spanish) , I had my first doctor appointment yesterday. When I told the doctor I was pregnant, she asked me how old I am, shook her head slightly, and said 'Oh, Ann'. (I can sort of understand shortening the name Andrea, but she shortens Liam to Lee- not really necessary). Anyway, I'm not sure what her little head shake/ sigh thing was all about, but last I checked, Liam and I were the ones who got to make the decision on whether or not "we" wanted to get pregnant, and it wasn't really anyone else's business to sigh about, least of all my doctor who gets paid a lot of money to weigh me, give me a due date that I could have (and did) just as easily calculated online and tell me to come back next month. Argh. People.
The due date, by the way, is May 20th. Graduation is May 1st.
Wearing a giant black moo-moo across the stage is going to make me look amazing. :)
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