My husband was home for an entire week. It was lovely. One night after the kids were in bed, we were lying in bed together. He was flipping through news channels. I had my head on his chest and he was playing with my hair (even before I got it all fixed. What an awesome hubby.) He murmured sleepily, "Wouldn't it be awesome if we had twins someday?" And I thought, Uhhhh, NO. I'd love to have another baby...even two more babies! But not two at once. This lady requires sleep and I have student loans to pay off. I giggled and told him to knock it off.
Today, on facebook, my Aunt Linda sent me an instant message. I hadn't talked to her in years. Not because I'm angry or she's angry. But she's rarely online and we don't have a phone conversation. I've actually never met this aunt except for when I was an infant, due to my sperm donor bio dad leaving my mom high and dry. Anyway, I have a cordial email relationship with the Millers in my life, and I'm pretty ok with that. However, what she said made my stomach drop into my colon:
"Sarah! I dreamt that you had twins and I begged you to let me remain your aunt so I can visit you!"
Yeah, ok. A bit freaked out now. lol