My Mom and dad just shipped us a rocking zebra from Nigeria for our "future nursery". The hints are not so subtle anymore.
After we'd been married a year, the occasional questions about when we were having a baby began. After our second anniversary, they became more persistent. As we approach our fourth anniversary they are straight up making demands for grandchildren. And not just grandchildren. In my mother's words, one grandchild would be great; two granddaughters would be better. I better get to work on conceiving girl twins.No pressure.
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