I’m presently 35 weeks pregnant. B-day is coming, so close I can taste it. (It tastes like acid reflux). Naturally the kids are getting more curious, and asking more questions as the due date looms nearer.
I stood there a moment, caught between wanting to laugh and how best to approach the answer. This being a 5 year old, her grasp on genetics is slender at best.
I was also sort of hoping that my husband, who has been reading up on molecular biology and anatomy lately, would step in and say something.
Huh. I’m going to curl up alone in a chair now, and eat chocolate. Well, ok, sprawl ungainly across the sofa. That’s about all I’m capable of right now. To sit there, grumpy and alone. With my acid reflux.