from my evil twin

So despite all the lovely things I mentioned in my last post that I have to be thankful for, today my grumpy evil twin is taking over to say that you know you are really, really ready not to be pregnant anymore when you overhear the following conversation between your husband and 2 year old daughter:

Bella: Where's Mommy?
Nathan: She's in the bathroom.
Bella: What's she doing in there?
Nathan, seeing a chance for a word on (you'll excuse the mention of the subject) potty-training: Well, what do you