Monsoon. That boy I love so much. He says some strange things sometimes. Things that make me wonder if he's a genius... or maybe if he's going to be that kid in 3rd grade who sat in the corner eating paste.
The other day, he told me my belly was going to get really big because two babies are going to grow in there. It came out of the blue, and it was a little strange. Although I would consider it a wonderful miracle, I am 100% positive that I am not pregnant.
Fast forward to this evening in the car. He brings it up again. I ask why he thinks there are two babies in my belly. He goes on to explain that when he was a baby, he went into my belly with two other babies. But then he was there all alone and he was very lonely. When he came out of my belly, the other babies didn't. "It was like they disappeared," he said.
This might seem a little strange to anyone who doesn't know the history behind Monsoon's conception. Truth is, there were 3 babies. Three thawed embryos were implanted into my uterus by fertility specialists. One of them became Monsoon. The other two just... disappeared.
It's not a secret, but it's not something we discuss. We just don't talk about it. SO... steel trap memory? Or glue sniffer?
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?