So there's picture of an ultrasound on the text messages of my phone. It's your typical black and white inksplot that's supposedly looks just like a baby. I've never been able to identify more than a head on those things but once the real thing emerges into the world, I totally know what's what and what to do with it.
Calm down. I'm not pregnant. That ship sailed two ponies ago (though it's not for lack of trying). BUT...I am going to be a grandma! My oldest step daughter is pregnant with her first young'n and tonight we will be attending our very first "baby reveal" party. The other beautiful step-daughter is making a cake and when the cake is sliced there will be something that indicates the gender of 20 week incubated little baby Konetski.
Yes. I'm going to be a grandma. Yes, I just turned 35 last week. No, I'm not the world's youngest grandma but it will be interesting to see how it feels. I'm the lady who can't finish her sentence when a little baby passes in view. I'm the lady who can totally tell a hungry cry from a "get me out of this car seat" cry from across the store and if that cry comes from a baby less than a month old (yes, I can tell that too), then my woom-bah flutters and I start gently bouncing the watermelon I have propped on my hip. I'm not sure what grandma's do but hoping it doesn't start with a hair cut and roller set.