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I was 8 months pregnant here with my firstborn. I distinctly remember it being extremely hot and humid that day. But I also remember feeling so happy. So grateful to be finally carrying a child. I also clearly remember seeing a photo of my mother pregnant with me and I thought, woah that was a really long time ago.
I’m watching “This Is Us” on Nbc and if you’re not, I suggest you get your remote and set your DVR immediately.
I hired the hot nanny.
Don’t say mic drop. Or snap. Hold on.
But yes, I hired the hot nanny. And I’m fucking excited. Roll with me, please.
Is this controversial? God I hope not. But let’s discuss.
Why do our parent’s have to grow old?
I’m pretty sure I’ve been under the impression that my parents will live forever. Like even when my grandparent’s died, all of them, I didn’t full understand yet, that one day, my parents would be like their parents, and they would eventually pass on. It didn’t dawn on me then, but it sure does now. And I’m beside myself about it.
