It's baby weight.
No, no, not the kind you try to lose, the kind you try to gain.
That's right, in late January (or late February knowing how things go around here), James will be a big brother... to someone. Much to the dismay of several close friends and relatives - we're not finding out the sex of the baby.
In related news, the four-story townhouse is starting to feel like it might have been a bad idea...
2 comments:
Needless to say you have made this great grandmother very happy. An even dozen will be grand until another one comes along by one of the eight grandchildren with partner adds to the total in my lifetime. All will be loved and welcome. Congratulations isn't enought. God bless you all.
Grandma Honey
You are the cutest, most fashionable pregnant lady ever.
And while I still can't fathom why you wouldn't want to find out the baby's sex I am confident that some sitcom-esque situation will arise where you will accidentally find out the sex and then I'll get to know ahead of time whether or not to send you all Virginia's clothes.
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