Six years ago today, I became a mother of boys. Plural. And it wasn’t long after Billy put our second baby boy in my arms that the questions began.
“Wow. Two boys. You must be….busy.”
“Are you going to try for a third?” Third is always code for girl.
“At least you don’t have to pay for any weddings!” (always said with a chuckle).
The comments and questions come in many variations, with different tilts of the head, raised eyebrows, and innuendos hidden by smiles. And every time I hear one, my blood boils.