All prepared to begin with a l’il Eric B. and Rakim, but I recalled that in my new profession post-babies (and post-wild-toddler stage) we say there are no “shoulds.”
So, instead of being away for so long, perhaps I wish I would’ve found the time to keep you updated on the brown eggs that became Rufus and Reefus then the Double Blessings and occasionally the Twin Terrors. Given my spouse’s Guyanese heritage, we like to call them bunga tuffies. They’ll be 5 years old this year. And so will that one frozen embryo fertilized at the same time …
Like Forrest Gump, that’s all I have to say about that — for now.
Because I’m (kinda) back with likely shorter posts than before because of that whole working-every-day-I’m-hustling-mom thing, we can get reacquainted with another round of 20 questions. Ask away on whatever related to mybrowneggs.com and life after delivery, and I’ll answer. Fire away!