Here’s how I knew I was pregnant: I peed on a stick and it told me.
Here’s how I really knew I was pregnant: I was driving to the preschool drop-off, arrived at the school driveway, and turned on my left blinker to turn in. I sat for maybe 3 seconds as traffic kept coming by. Then a car coming the opposite way stopped for me and waved me into the parking lot.
And the overwhelming sense, welling up in me, that people…everywhere…are just so…kind. That person didn’t even know me. But he just stopped. Such kindness is incredible.
[Yup. I’m pregnant. Pregnancy hormones are a thing.]
So. Fill in the blank: If three kids are _____________, four kids are ________________.
Winner of the best sentence gets a prize in the mail. I’m not telling you what it is, but it might be my 6 year olds’ drawings from “Frozen” or a gift certificate for a free froyo at Bloop. Also the pregnancy test I just referenced!
(Just kidding. Who keeps an old pee stick? Gross.)