My three spawn are typically as independent as a hog on ice. They never want to be held and loved for more than a minute at a time. That is until today when I was diagnosed with strep and told to have minimal contact with them.
They cried, fretted and threw fits all day to be held by ME. Not Daddy. Not Nana. Only me. Typically this is endearing, today, as I envision a house full of children who can't swallow... Not so much.
Here I am, feeling like I had a bad initiation into the sword swallowing guild and I have three children attached to my hip. At one point, the twins both sat on my lap for over 30 minutes just to be rocked. I was too tired to even enjoy their cuteness.
The doctor at the walk-in clinic asked if I could be pregnant and what I was using at birth control. I don't know why I still find that question funny. I'm proud of myself, though... I appropriately said "tubal" when I wanted to say the universe. Because really, there are so many fertility issues with this body, it's obviously tied to universal force fields that have not yet been discovered.
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