I took Jadon to the doctor's office today to rule out pink eye. Thank God, we ruled it out. I walked into the office carrying Grace and holding Elia's hand. Jadon followed right behind.
A nice woman said, "Wow! You have three children! How close in age are they?"
I replied, "I actually have five."
Then, with the most shocking face I have ever seen (not true, I've seen worse) she spit out, "Oh my God! You have five!"
I answered her questions. What were their ages? How many in school? How far apart are the girls? Are you having anymore? How do you do it?
Many people react that way when they hear I have five. I realize five may not be the normal number anymore, but it is not freakish. Really, it's not. Maybe people assume I am trying to be the next Mrs. Duggar. Nope. I do love that show, but we stop at five. (Thank you, Joe for doing your duty.) Part of my decision to stop at five was because the van only holds seven passengers and I refused to move into a cargo van. People would certainly think I was a Duggar wannabe then.
We shuffled out of the doctor's office in the same order we came in. Past all of the onlookers in the waiting room. Elia said goodbye to them all.
But, that's nothing. If you could only see the looks we get when the seven of us are out all together. I remember being at Ruby Tuesday's recently. They sat us around a huge round table, which we filled. Every one of the surrounding tables stared at us.
I'm alright with people saying, "Oh My God! You have five!" You should see their faces when I tell them I am pregnant with twins!
...that twins thing was a joke people.
|I was going to put up the picture from the professionals.|
But this is REAL life!