It took me a long time to get used to Jake being taller than me. With Ben it's just adding insult to injury. And Sara is so big now -- just normal six-year-old size, but still -- that I can't comfortably pick her up anymore.
I'm going to go fume and shop for heels on the internets.
What is that?
It's a lethal genetic defect. She's probably five months along in the pregnancy and will carry through. Most Trisomy 18 babies die in utero or are still born.
Oh god, that's awful, Cashmere.
I'm so sorry Cashmere. That's --there are no words.
I remember having my growth spurt in 4th grade (by the end of that grade, I was around 5'3"), and stopped at 5'8" two years later.
Fourth grade was the year I also first wore a bra--first girl in my class, so I felt like a freak, just like the following year when I was the first girl to get my period.
They had a lot of trouble getting pregnant with their first son who just turned a year old and were so happy with the second pregnancy.
I feel so bad for her.
Oh, Cashmere, I'm so sorry.
I'm taking the kids to Indiana this weekend so I'm going to give her a call while I'm in town.
In other, less depressing news, I scouted two possible practice venues for roller derby. I got cocky and didn't put on my knee pads, which means I hit a piece of debris on the floor and fell right onto my knees. Hopefully the bruise will be scrapbook worthy.
Oh, Cash, I'm so sorry. That's so rough.
Good news on the roller derby practice, though.