Twelve years ago today, we had a toddler and we knew that I was pregnant again. I had the line on the stick to prove it, but we weren't telling anyone yet. (And we didn't know the preganancy was twins, yet, either.)
Twelve years ago today, on our MIL's birthday, my SIL, the wife of my husband's brother, phoned to ask a question that shocked me. "Are you pregnant?" she wanted to know. I replied, "Why would you ask that?" She'd just awakened from a dream about our mother-in-law, who told her in this dream that I was pregnant again.
Happy Birthday, "Grandma". We miss you.
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