The other day the checker at Wal-mart (where I am a frequent customer) noticed my tummy. "Again?!" she cried. I just grinned and said "YES!" She said, "That'll be six, right?" (I was even shopping without my kids). "W-O-W."
Our male neighbor at the pool asked me, "So when are you due, you've had a ultrasound right? There's not like a herd in there?"
A coach at the ball park turned to Rich and me and while looking at my belly inquired, "So how many you shooting for? A dozen, like that movie?"
Josh and Matt's old fall baseball coach spied my stomach and yelled to me, "You been drinking too much beer?" I smiled and said "Nope." He continued, "You know how that happens, right? Please, just stay away from my wife. I hear it's contagious!"
A dad at Trey's soccer game realized I was pregnant. "You have four already?" "Five," I answered. "You guys are Old School!"
"You've got your hands full!" pointing at us all and at my baby bump. "Lord bless ya!" (And I was only shopping with the girls. Too bad she didn't know THREE more were at school.)
But the most shocking ever was at my first ultrasound in Louisville with the girls and the tech/doctor (not sure what he was) came in and saw I was having twins-again. "You just pop'em out like rabbits."
Nice.
My new line for all the folks is, "If we are crazy enough to have five, then why not six."
That usually shuts them up.
It reminded me of one of our Nance family photos from a few years back. Rich was sitting and with his long torso and the camera angle, he looked almost as tall as my mom standing. (who's 5 ft 6 1/2 in)




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A bumper sticker that read: I drive like a Cullen.
I walked into the store laughing.