I am surrounded by pregnant women lately, or women who have just had babies, and everything is counted in weeks or months. "The baby is 3 weeks old." Or "I'm 16 weeks pregnant." I've been knitting up a storm lately for all of my fertile friends.
Well, you know what? I'm two and a half weeks along myself. And at the end of my 2 year gestation, I get twins--a row of top teeth and a row of bottom teeth. They'll be perfectly healthy with a bright and shiny future ahead of them.
And the best part is, they don't poop a diaper.
(In fact, they smell rather minty fresh. )
this post reminds me of sex in the city when carrie decides to marry herself and buy herself a wedding gift since all her friends are getting married and expecting gifts at their bridal showers - or was it baby showers and pregnant friends? i dunno, too long ago that i watched that show....
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