Ok. that isn't true. Unless, you are using G$ terminology and then "yesterday" means any time that is not right now. He gets this from Dr. Black who will tell me that mystery food in the fridge was just from a few days ago (usually meaning... three weeks ago.) I am the fridge cleaner outter. Obvs.
We found out in July. The 5th to be exact. At camp. I wonder how many positive pregnancy tests have been taken at camp? I'm thinking the numbers could be a surprise? Either way, I've known for a really long. arse. time. A long time to not inquire about double bobs. To not casually talk about where the hell we are going to put BB2. Or if all 2nd babies get hand me downs and no fancy gliders, and not a fancy crib, and you know, will like live in the corner or something. Then I think about how I didn't even have a baby book (I like to bring this up to my mother,) and I'm like yep... totally normal. Granted, I've printed like 2 pictures of G since he's been born so sorry BB2. You'll probably only get 1.
So that's where I've been. Stuck in a hole of not being able to talk. (even about those "other" things I said I can't mention), with a 2 year old who refuses to nap more than 45mins to 1 hour, who can now throw massive fits, who says adorable things like "THAT COOL BUS HAS A STOP SIGN, MOMMY!", or not as adorable things like ear piercing screaming. He is squeezable. And a mess. And if I can love 2 people this much it will be a miracle. but I hear having 2 is kind of miraculous that way.
So there you have it. I'm in the "family" kinda way.