Our first three babies, all girls, each weighed about seven pounds at birth. When our fourth arrived, he was much larger.
After delivery, the medical team began testing and measuringmy new son. The last reading came from a nurse, who seemed impressed as she read, "Weight, nine pounds, eight ounces."
My husband, a CPA in corporate finance who'd been quiet upto this point, could contain himself no longer.
"How about that!" my husband exclaimed happily. "It's 36.5% more baby!"
Yep, that's what happens when you spend too much time with math.
ReplyDeleteUm... who baby?
ReplyDeleteIt's a joke, Andrew. Relax.
ReplyDelete(-: I think the lady's name was Irene.
Oh... For a second their I thought that there was something I didn't know about you... Something significant.
ReplyDeleteOh? That's very interesting.
ReplyDeleteBut in my past life my name was Gladys, and not Irene. So don't worry.
For a minute there (a minute each time I read that posting) I think that you must really be jumping through some hoops to have never mentioned hubby and kids before..
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