One random anecdote for each family member:
First of all, my hubby.
I’m just amused that my husband is better at giving my progesterone shots than the nurse!
I literally didn’t feel the needle go in. I just thought he was taking forever to give my shot . . . I was so impressed. “You did it? You’re sure it went in? . . . Thank you, dear.” 🙂
We let Mara watch, so she won’t be terrified of shots, like she has been in the past. For now, she remains unconvinced: “I’m so worried, Mommy. I’m so worried about your shots.” . . . Maybe by week 36, she won’t be quite so worried.
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Next, my son:
In the grocery store Saturday night, I had to “park” my cart and walk about 3 cart-lengths away to pick up something, because of all the shopping cart traffic on our aisle.
Since I “left” him in the parked cart, Micah shrieked–one of his ear-piercing shrieks that generally captures the attention of the entire northeastern section of the United States.
I shot him a disapproving look, and instantly he put his finger to his lips and very innocently said, “Shhhhhhh.”
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And, finally, my daughter:
Mara: “Mommy, I need more orange juice in my diet.”
Me: “Why?”
Mara: “Because orange juice has fruit in it, and helps my tummy to feel better.”