My good pal, Carol, was telling me today of a friend of hers who has a friend (promise this isn't some mental urban myth thing) who has three sons. She decided that she would try again for a girl and if it's a boy, sure no problem. Healthy baby equals happy days. She got pregant with naturally conceived QUADS!!! My favourite bit being . . . . they're all boys!!! Apparently she's still crying. Though I'm sure it's more from the shock of carrying four babes than having boys. Can you imagine? Seven children. The three that are already there are steps and stairs and now they, touch wood, are going to have four baby brothers.
Yup. I'm done. To the person who said to me when I was pregnant with Arthur 'What will you do if it's a boy?' I say. . . . hmmm? What do I say? Nowt I guess, I have three magic sons and that's good enough for me. Always was and imagine it always will be.
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