Today, I've been head butted, kicked in the face, belly, and shins, and had my nose picked without my consent. And that was just during pre-night night cuddle time. I kept thinking about what a friend once said in reference to a mom of boys, "She had three boys, and always kind of looked like she had been hit in the head with a frying pan."
This is the first time in this pregnancy that I've had a twinge of regret about not knowing the sex. I mean, if I knew we were having another boy, I would have time to order some custom-made body armor.
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