Milne is SO famous for his Winnie the Pooh stories that his other writing gets eclipsed. I have a book with his other children’s poetry in it, though, and some of them are just as relevant today as they were a century ago.

“Pinkle Purr” is about motherhood, and if I have to cry from reading this, so do you.

The original illustrations for Milne’s work were done by Ernest H. Shepard, and they’re brilliant. If you’ve only ever seen the ‘Disney’ Pooh, you should check Shepard’s work out.

   Good grief. In the hustle and hassle of my father’s hospitalization and passing, I have spent LOTS of hours cleaning up his house and virtually NONE cleaning my own. It has . . uh, stated to show. So today I donned my hip waders spent six hours tidying clutter, vacuuming, dusting, and running the washing machine four times. Not that I can call it fully clean, by the way, but it’s definitely improved.

   Then it was off to the MVA for a jolly driving test. Except that, on the way there, we saw a dog get hit and killed by the car in front of us. This ramped my daughter’s stress levels, already high, up even higher. When we arrived at the MVA, a Mean Old Man was stationed at the door to make sure that people have appointments. I call him mean because he amuses himself by telling people that they are on the wrong day for their appointment, and watching them panic. I have run into this asshole before, and was not fooled. I gave him a bit of a look and didn’t play into his ‘joke’. He is mean.

   At the counter is Evelyn. Evelyn told us she couldn’t find my daughter on the appointment list. I reminded her tersely that our name is spelled oddly. Nope, she told us, no appointment. I pulled out my phone, where there was a text from TODAY confirming the date,timeandlocation of the appointment. She suddenly found K in the computer. Thanks, Evelyn.

   The actual test was anticlimactic. Due to Covid restrictions, they can’t have the examiner in the car with the kid. Ergo, they just give the student a few directions, then watch them drive around a small course in a back parking lot.

   Meanwhile, I got a text from the MVA asking me where the heck I was, why wasn’t I in the waiting room. I went inside and told them we had already STARTED THE TEST, why the heck do they want me at the counter? Oh, someone assured me, just ignore that.

   Eye twitching, I went back outside. My daughter pulled back up to the side entrance, the examiner told her she had passed. Yay! Inside, a very nice lady took her photo and stepped her through the process. We will get the actual license in the mail in a week.

   The whole family enjoyed a celebretory dinner at a restaurant, then it was home for fun time mountains of math homework. Son is prepping for his final exam on Friday, Daughter has a set of worksheets for exponential functions. I was hustling back and forth between the two; explaining, correcting, explaining, graphing, explaining, and applauding all progress.

   I. Am. Tired.

   I know everybody’s experiences are different, but as a farmer, getting undressed is like:

Why are there beans in my pocket?

Oh THAT’S where my wire cutters are

AUGH! TICK!

But where did I put the packet of beans, I need to put these extra beans away

yuk, mud; EW that’s not mud!

How did I cut myself? WHEN did I cut myself?

[bends over to pull socks off, gets stuck and can’t straighten up]

OW

ok, I’m ready for my shower, now.

ahedderick:

   My husband and son are away at a biking event in New Jersey. My daughter will go after school to a friend’s house for the weekend. I’ve been looking forward to the quiet time for a while now.

   So the Eldest cat turned up with a swelling on her face that clearly needs to be looked at right away. We noticed it for the first time yesterday evening, and it’s substantially worse this morning. Soooo I’m heading out to the vet’s office this morning instead of relaxing. This truly doesn’t look good for her. She’s 16 yrs old as of April, and she had a senior health checkup earlier this yr that was excellent. Sometimes animals around the farm do really, really well* and then go downhill bizarrely fast.

* Probably because they get a lot of exercise and a top-notch diet

Well. I set out a bit early to take Eldest Cat to the vet. That was good, because there was a large tree down and the road south of me was completely blocked. Road Dudes were working on it, but not quickly. I had to reverse about a hundred yards to get to a place where I could turn around and find an alternate route. I had quite a wait at the vet’s office, and ended up having to leave kitty there. They’re going to sedate her to get a better look inside her mouth. Best case scenario, it’s just an abscess. Worst case, it’s part of a larger problem, and she’ll have to be put to sleep.

   On the way home I tried to swing by the Credit Union to give them a form so my daughter can get a debit card. I had a bad feeling that the grumpy lady who had given me the form yesterday gave me (in all likelyhood deliberately) the wrong form. Aaaaand, yes, she did. The lady I was talking to today was much kinder, but seemed very unsure of herself, and kept trying to talk me into an atm card instead of the debit card. That is NOT what I want. I want a card that she can use to PAY for stuff. She can go out on her own without me or my husband, now - and she needs to be able to get gas, buy snacks, cope with small emergencies, etc! It took an absurd amount of time and two calls to this lady’s supervisor to get the news that we cannot get a debit card for the account my daughter has there, and K will have to be present in order to make the necessary changes. (K was present YESTERDAY when I asked the FIRST lady about this issue! We could have resolved it then!) Anyway, I’m going to have to go back there with her. And see what other roadblocks they can throw up.  {{Exasperation!}}

({Worry about cat})

[{ This is not the relaxing day I was hoping for  }]

5 Steps to Cutting People Out

I’m only twenty-five and I’ve definitely cut out at least as many in my lifetime.

And guess what?

I’m proud of it, and the best part is that my therapist approves!

There is so much toxic energy in this world, that I honestly don’t need.

via GIPHY

It started in high school. I was bullied, called a slut, and my “friends” often were talking behind my back. In college, the same thing. So, I simply…

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The KonMari Method- Why I Actually Like Marie’s Method To Tidying

The KonMari Method

The KonMari Method was based on the book that Marie Kondo wrote- The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing. It explains her radical method of decluttering your home. Some of her basic ideas are as follows…

1. Get rid of the things that don’t spark joy.
2. Get in the mindset so that it lasts forever, and things stay clean.
3. Tidy your whole…

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How To Raise Responsible Children

How To Raise Responsible Children?

“Have I taught my son/daughter to be responsible enough?” If you have children its a question that I know has crossed your mind several times. In a world where online bullying, catfishing, and cruel memes can get out of hand it is more important than ever to teach kids to be responsible as soon as you can. Especially when most two-year-olds can operate a cell…

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It’s been a while…..With my baby boy’s birthday being just around the corner the sappy me thinks back to the day that he was born. March 10, 2014 will forever hold a special place in my heart. On that day I became a mama and I met the most beautiful baby boy. We named him after my husband (John) but decided that he would live his life as “Johnny”. Being a Johnny Cash and a Dirty Dancing fan I was sold. For anyone that did not get the dirty dancing reference, Patrick Swayze’s charecters name was Johnny. If you have not seen this movie, put your phone down and watch it now! You will not be disappointed! On the day that i had my son, my heart learned a new kind of love. The kind of love that is unconditional, pure and consuming. It’s amazing how becoming a mom trumps just about anything I have ever done. I complain about motherhood as much if not more than the next mom. I work full time, I am always tired and I go days with out washing my hair (today is day 6) I lied it’s actually 7. I should be a spokesperson for dry shampoo! In just a few short weeks my 1st born will be 6 years old. It flew by so fast, too fast. He’s smart, opinionated, strong, stubborn, energetic, kind, thoughtful, funny and most of all the biggest pain in my ass. I am so proud of him and I hope that he goes through life and never questions my love for him. Happy almost birthday Johnny!

My life lessons

With my 32nd birthday being just around the corner, here are 32 things that I learned so far.

1. Travel as much as you can.

2. It is ok to marry your high school sweetheart.

3. Apologize only when you mean it.

4. Spend time with your family.

5. Kids really do grow up way too fast.

6. Always say I love you before you hang up the phone.

7. It is ok not to know what you want to be when you grow up.

8. Collect memories not things.

9. Dry shampoo is a miracle worker.

10. It is ok to like cancelled plans.

11. Always start your day with a coffee.

12. Painted toes say a lot about a woman, so do chipped nails (lesson from my father in law)

13. Take a mental health day when you need it.

14. It’s okay to cry for no reason.

15. Always wear comfortable shoes.

16. Moms should encourage each other instead of judging, we are all just trying to survive motherhood.

17. Leggings should not be considered pants.

18. Learn how to cook even if it’s boxed mac and cheese.

19. You don’t have to win every argument, agree to disagree.

20. Laughter really is the best medicine.

21. Toddlers are like stalkers that live with you.

22. Be on time.

23. True friends become family.

24. Don’t stress out about the little things.

25. Some people are just assholes.

26. Try something new.

27. Believe in miracles.

28. Your mom was right about so many things.

29. You can become whatever you want to be.

30. Don’t believe everything you see on social media.

31. Stand up for yourself and things you believe in.

32. The best is yet to come.

Everyone keeps telling you how much you’ll love school. That is very true. Everyone keeps injecting you with mini boosts of confidence. But as I listen to each well-intentioned person try to drive out any fear, it’s occurred to me you might also need to hear this: It’s okay if you’re scared. Because here’s the honest truth- Mama is scared too. Of what, you’re wondering? I’m scared of being apart from us for 8 hours every day. I’m scared of you spending too many of those hours in a chair, and too few running wild and free. I’m scared of the new words you’ll hear, the new behaviors you’ll see. I’m scared of the boxes you might get put in, the labels you might be given, the pegs you’ll be expected to fit into. I’m scared you’ll change. I’m scared you’ll lose your innocence, your sweetness. I’m scared people will try to harden your edges, toughen you up. And I’m just going to say it: I’m scared to give up control. To lose any influence your dad and I might have had on you up to this point. My dear son, Mama is scared to let you go. Clearly fear is present in my heart, and it’s normal if it’s hanging out in yours too. But here’s the good news: Fear is not the only story. Right next to that clenched ball of panic in my gut is something far more powerful: Hope. Hope for the opportunities your school will give you, ones that our little family alone cannot. Hope for the wider diversity of kids you will get to meet—and befriend. Hope for the chances you’ll have to show kindness to those who need it most. Hope for the chances you’ll have to receive kindness in the moments you need it most. Hope for the new and exciting ways your brain will be challenged. Hope for the new and exciting ways your heart will be too. Right now we’re sitting in the blurry place. We can kind of see what lies ahead, but the path forward is still fuzzy. There is so much we don’t know about the coming weeks, months, and years. But there is one thing we do know, without a doubt: You are ready. You will have to do hard things—but you will quickly see that you CAN. No doubt some days you will come home beaming, so proud of what you did that day. Others you will come home crying and collapsed. Some days you will feel on top of the world. Others you will feel utterly drained and depleted. You are ready for all of it. We’ve raised you to be kind, creative and empathetic—but our intention was never for you to be all of those things in a bubble. It’s time for you to take your kindness, creativity and empathy into the bigger world. And yes, you will change. I know that. But deep down I’m happy about it. I don’t want you to remain the same—static and stuck. So as you head to kindergarten, my precious boy, I have to let you go…a little bit. But I’m also going to stay right here: walking beside you, crying with you, cheering for you. Loving you as fiercely as ever. Facing my fears so I can be here with you as you face yours. Yes, Mommy is scared. I’m scared to watch you jump because I know sometimes you’ll fall. But without the fall, you cannot rise. Without the jump, you cannot soar. It’s time to see just how high you can fly. Johnny boy- you were destined for greatness. 

C-section

Since April is a C-section awareness month I thought I would share my experience. My son was born “naturally” after the world’s best pregnancy. My pregnancy with my daughter 3 years later was anything but easy. I was sick for most of it and at my 38 week appointment I got news that she was breech. Lack of breath that I thought was from her butt being in my rib cage was actually her head. I was scheduled for a version procedure the next day. I showed up and did another ultrasound and my little flipper was in the right spot! A few days later however she was breech again. I was admitted into the hospital and had 3 versions, yes 3. After the last one they actually tied bed sheets around my belly to keep her in place. I was induced, they broke my water. Labor lasted for 2 days but felt like weeks. 3 epidurals, 2 days of contractions, I was so weak and only at 9.5 centimeters. I was told that I had to wait until I was at 10 to push. Hours went by and my body was done. I was told that my daughter’s head was stuck and I would need an emergency C-section. They rolled me away and handed scrubs to my husband. I have never had surgery before, I’m not good with pain. I had chills to the point that my hands were shaking. I cried the whole time. When they allowed my husband to be by my side I made him promise to tell our son that mama loves him in case something happens. Yes I know a bit dramatic but in that moment I really thought that I might die. I didn’t see my baby first but I heard her cry. They weight her, measured her height and only then wrapped her up and handed her to my husband. He held her by my head and I finally met the little lady that’s been renting out my belly for the past 9 months. She was beautiful, our little Eleanor. My husband held her for the rest of my surgery. They rolled me into the recovery room and I was in and out for most of the night. I was in so much pain. When I would ask about the baby I was told that she’s in the nursery so that I can rest. The next day I finally held my child. I thought that if I tried to stand up my insides would just fall out of my stomach. I know how crazy that sounds but I really thought that the scar would rip. I never understood how important skin to skin was with a baby until that day. I didn’t get to have that with her and even though she was mine I didn’t feel connected. I had to have my husband be the one to pick her up and hand her to me, I felt so helpless. What kind of mother can’t pick up her own baby? She would cry and my husband would whisper sweet nothings in her ear and she would stop. To this day I know she feels safe with him, she knows his hands were the first real touch that she had, she knows his smell and voice. I already had a child and I loved him so much I wondered if my heart could love her too. I was worried that maybe my son would feel like he’s missing out with the new baby getting all the attention. He surprised me and embraced the role of big brother since day one. I learned that time really does heal all things and the scar that I thought would split open is still intact. The baby that I didn’t feel connected to is almost 2 and is the most amazing little girl. She can light up any room and her laugh is contagious. My heart made room for her and I can honestly say I love both my kids the same. People that think having a C-section is the easy way out probably never had one, so please keep your opinions to yourself. And to all the moms that have the scar- you are superstars! It doesn’t matter how you became a mother, natural birth or C-section what matters is how you raise your kids.

Recently I came across an instagram account of a mother who is going through the worst possible thing that could happen. She just lost her beautiful little girl. Being a mother myself and recently going through the pain of having sick child and feeling helpless her story hit home. My daughter has recovered from her surgery and I thank god everyday for my 2 healthy kids. I know I take a lot of things for granted and rarely stop, look around and appreciate what I do have. I complain about things that don’t matter and get upset about small things that mean nothing in the end. Seeing the pain that poor mother is going through makes me hold my babies longer and tighter. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a child and I hope I never do but watching her journey has opened my eyes to be more in the moment. Kids are only going to be little once and I need to be more involved. I use the fact that I am a working mom so much as an excuse to not build legos when I come home or play or board game. “I’m tired" "I’ve had a long day" are my responses when I get asked to play a game. This is the time that I need to cherish because before I know it they won’t want to play with mom. I am making a promise to myself to be more involved, to even when I’m tired from working all week or stressed out I’m going to put my kids first. I want them to grow up and know that they are the most special people in my life. To the mom who just lost her baby- I have no words, I am just so sorry. 

I was wrong before…

Motherhood………… when I started this blog I had a list of all the hard things about motherhood. Like lack of sleep, privacy, freedom, alone time but i was wrong. The hard list consists of just one thing, a sick baby. I learned that the hard way. My happy little girl had a lump on the side of her neck. We took her to the ER and after lots of tests, procedures and IV’s were told that she has an infection in her lymph node and would need surgery. I held her while she fell asleep in my arms and then prayed the whole time she was in surgery. The doctors assured us that surgery went well. It was the longest hour of my life. That is the hardest thing about motherhood, I had it all wrong before. I complained about not being able to pee without someone starring at me or have a meal without an interruption. I thought that my C-section was the worst pain I have ever felt but it doesn’t even come close to the pain that I had when she was in surgery. 4 nights with no sleep, no shower, 27 cups of coffee, same clothes they let us take her home. The anxiety that I have been dealing with is hard to describe. Last night I had a panic attack and had to leave the house for a little bit. Being a mother of course I went to Target. Walked the isles, looked at stuff that I can’t afford or need, got my 28th coffee and went home. My daughter is 1 and she knew that mama was upset so she put her little hands over my cheeks and gently kissed my nose, If only I could freeze time.

to MOMS

At the end of each day ask your child what was their favorite part. Trust me the answers will not only shock you but will put your whole life in perspective. What seems irrelevant to us might be the most special thing for your child that day. We tend to run on autopilot between jobs, sports, homework, laundry, meals. Life is hectic, stressful and complicated which is why asking your child what was their favorite part of that day is so special. I ask my kids and you know what they usually say? Some of our usual answers are being outside, drawing a picture, making a paper airplane, watching wheel of fortune, cooking, soccer- all very simple answers. Again, it’s amazing to see how something as little as making a paper airplane was what they took away as the best memory of that day. Being a parents is one of the hardest jobs no one can train you for. There is no book, cheat sheet, no orientation although I wish there was. Everything you do affects them, every step you take they are watching you- especially when you are in the bathroom. Nothing like having your 5 year old daughter announce to the whole baseball field that her mom has a tattoo on the butt cheek (true story unfortunately). So please carve out 3 min out of your crazy day each day and simply ask “ what was your favorite part of today?” and prepare to be amazed. Always remember you are doing what you can, they are little once. You got this mama!

be kind

I want to live in the world where I don’t have to explain to my kids what war is and why I have tears rolling down my face as I watch what is happening in Ukraine. People no longer talk about Covid, vaccines or masks it’s all about Putin and what he’s doing. I want to be able to watch the news and be inspired to be better, I want to be proud instead of being ashamed when I speak Russian to my parents in public. I want people of Ukraine to be free and I wish we could take back everything that happened this past week. I honestly don’t know when it will end or how far Putin will go, I’m not even sure that he knows. Will he stop invading Ukraine or if he takes control of it will he move on to other countries like Latvia which is where I am from? I worry about my kids growing up and seeing this, I pray for the families that lost loved ones and the ones that are currently fighting to protect their land. I hate feeling helpless. I also feel guilty that I am safe and I am surrounded by my family while others are being torn apart. My heart has been heavy and my mind is exhausted trying to make sense of this. I am terrified about what is next and the fact that I may never see my grandmother again that lives in Russia kills me. 3/2/22

enough

Motherhood is hard. No one warns you about how challenging and stressful it is. No matter how organized you are or how well you plan, the laundry will never be caught up and there will be days that you just want to get in your car and drive off a cliff. When I get home from work, I always need a few minute to unwind and change into comfy clothes. Now imagine trying to do that and hearing “mama, when can I do that? When can I do this? Can you buy me that? What’s for dinner?”. All while someone is hugging your leg. Privacy going to the bathroom is nonexistent when you become a mom. Constant feeling of not being good enough, guilt of working too much, spending too much time on my phone are all things I battle with daily. Irritation of having to repeat myself 17 times about cleaning their room, putting on shoes, eating all their meals, brushing their teeth is another challenge. I’m sure it seems like I don’t like being a mother, sometimes that is true. I hate to admit that but I have to be honest, it’s hard. I love my kids more than anything but at times I feel like when I became a mom I lost myself. I lost my independence, ability to say yes when friends ask to go out, going out to dinner with my husband or simply watching a movie. On days when life gets to me and I lose my will to keep going I know I have to get out of bed and keep going. My babies are counting on me, they are my motivation to do better, to keep going to a job that I hate until I find something else. I want to be a good mom, I want them both to grow up and look back on their childhood and only have good memories. I want them to never question my love for them. I wish mental health was as easy to fix as a broken bone, put a cast on it. On the bad days when I let my anxiety win being a mom is 100 times harder. The amount of weight I have on my chest that there are times they don’t get the best version of me is hard to accept. The crazy part is that they accept me. To them I am mom. To them I am not the 34 year old that is still “trying” to buy a house, not a stressed out woman that hates her job, not the irritated individual, I am their mom. The one that comforts them before bed time, kisses all the boo boos, supports their dreams, saves all their artwork and cheers the loudest at all the games. They love me for the simple fact that I am their mom and that is enough, I am enough. 1/19/2022

1/6/22

Some people come into your life and you just know that no matter what happens and no matter how much time has passed you can call them and pick up right where you left off. I have a friend like that, let’s call her Anne. Anne and I became friends about 15 years ago, when we worked together. We connected on our love of food, art and trying new restaurants. She introduced me to Pho and the rest was history. I can’t even tell you how many hours were spent over noodles. We would force each other to read books that we would then discuss and take day trips to places we haven’t been. She went through a hard break up, changed jobs and I was there. I got married and she stood by me, when I gave birth to my son she held him at the hospital and we named her godmother. She would spend Christmas Eve with us and was part of our family. Then she re-connected with an old friend that ended up becoming her boyfriend and the next thing I know my best friend was leaving to go live in Portland, Oregon. If you don’t know, that’s 3,086 miles from Boston, I googled it. She sold her house, packed her whole life into a huge moving box, got in her car along with her cat and followed her heart. It’s been about 6 years since she left, I miss her terribly. Sometimes I drive by her old house just to be nosy to see if the new owners changed anything. Frequent phone calls turned to once in a while. We used to send packages and this past Christmas I sent a card and haven’t heard back. Our lives got in the way, I had my daugher since she’s been gone, she made a new life for herself which is so amazing. I hope she’s happy, but I miss my friend. She would listen to me without judgement, I did the same. I am making a promise that when Covid is behind us I will visit, Anne do you hear me, are you there Anne, Anne? I will visit. I want you to show me the best coffee shops, best stores to get a graphic tee and can’t forget about Pho. Miss you so much friend.

1/3/2022

Back to work after being off for 12 days and all I want to do is go back home and snuggle with my 4 year old daughter. I put away all the Christmas decorations in my office and it looks sad, I watered the plant that i inherited from my friend that got fired a few months back. Once I logged into my computer it felt like I never even had the time off. The 200 unanswered emails, the lack of drive and motivation this place gives me is still here. I promised myself that 2022 was going to be different so I will answer the rest of those emails, create some posts for work. Breakout my new planner for 2022 and start writing down my weekly goals and motivations. I’ll start small, like re-organizing my closet and donating or selling things I no longer wear. Can you keep a secret? My dream would be to live in an RV or a tiny house. I know it sounds crazy with 2 kids but especially now when the world seems like such a scary place it would be amazing to just go. Go to a place that kids can run around free with no masks, I can go to sleep with not worrying about bills or anxiety about my job a place where we can truly spend time as a family. I wish to be the person that stays out in the rain when it’s raining instead of looking for cover, i used to be that girl. Somehow I lost her along the way, I miss her. The free spirit, go with the flow attitude was replaced by lists, planning and stress. I will find her again, she’s still in me. I feel her when I laugh at something my kids did, she’s with me when randomly my husband says lets go for a walk or a drive. Crafting has really been working for me to bring her back. She’s the girl that used to take the pee smelling subway into Cambridge for a watercolor class. I don’t blame my kids or my husband that I lost her, life got in the way. Mental health did a number on me and I am now working on picking up the pieces. It’s something I struggle with everyday but I need to be whole for my family. I need to enjoy moments with them, even on days when it’s hard. Anyone that struggles with mental health will understand how it’s a constant battle that you have internally. Somedays are good, others set you back. Because I am a mom, on the bad days I can’t just take a break the little humans still need me. Truth be told to keep going I need them just as much. 

Being off this week from work is making me wonder if I even want to go back. I wish that I worked because I wanted to not because I need to. It doesn’t help that lately I feel like my job has become a dead end and I have no room to grow. I report to the president, wish my paycheck reflected that. The positives about my work, I get to use my creativity for marketing purposes, it’s 5 min from home, my son’s school is basically across the street. I used to be excited to wake up and get dressed to go to work now I drag my feet, hair is always a mess my and I wear the same pants 3 times a week. I feel like I’ve hit the ceiling there and that’s the reason why I no longer feel motivated there. My work also goes unnoticed a lot. I have been there for over 5 years, that’s like 40 years at a normal job. The field that I work in is different to say the least- construction. The people I deal with on daily bases are construction workers with multiple personalities. I’m the 1st face they are when they apply, I’m the one that interviews them, makes the offer and then they all consider me their go to person for just about anything. My check is wrong, I put in vacation request, I have my supervisor, I want benefits, I failed the drug test, my license expired, I need an eye exam, I got hurt, my car broke down- they look at me as their solution for all their problems. It gets mentally exhausting. By the time I come home I do not want to talk to anyone. It’s only Wednesday today and I am dreading going back on Monday. So between now and Monday I have to hit the lottery, fingers crossed. 12/29/21

Finally getting my craft mojo back. Who knew it would be hard to craft with a baby and a full time job?

Me, the newest Judge at The Hague: do you understand why you’re here?

The Guy Who Wrote Baby Shark [crying softly, looking around for a sympathetic face, finding none, whispering]: I… yes your honor, I think I do

Baby #1:

Person: Congratulations! How far along are you?!

Me: I am 30 weeks, 4 days, 16 hours and 22 minutes along! Thank you!!

Baby #2:

Person: Congratulations! How far along are you?!

Me: I am… I am in…. I am in the trimester. A trimester. I’m in one of the trimesters?