We kept the babies in the nursery on Sunday.
I am now wickedly sick. (Surprise!) It’s like clockwork…I can count on it.
But I’m starting to think it’s worth it all, just seeing two little fists reach up at me pleadingly for a hug or hearing that little gigglesqueal at the end of the morning when I break out the bubbles.
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s just the nyquil talking.