I remember when I first told my cousin Lisa I was pregnant. After the squeals and hugs the first thing she asked me was my due date. I told her I was due on June 27th. "You better hope you don't go early," she said. She was the mother of two so I leaned in to hear her motherly words of wisdom.
Monday, October 5, 2009
"If you go early the baby will be a Gemini."
MmmmHmmmmm. Now I knew my astrological sign, but only as it pertained to the snipets in the back of Cosmopolitan Magazine and The Daily News. I never put much stock in them (So all single Cancers are going to meet a mysterious stranger at a party?").
I did wind up going early, 8 days early, and Isabella was born a Gemini.
I went to a party this weekend for my cousin Lisa's 4 year old daughter and she asked me how Isabella's sleeping habits were (This is the first question everyone asks and it is so terribly annoying). So I tell her that Isabella is like two babies rolled into one. There's my cooing, giggling, laughing, happy girl who sleeps 9-10 hours a night (with a mid-night feeding of course) and then there's the crying, yelling, red-faced, waking up every 2 hours, hard to put down, pain in the butt baby.
She looked at me knowingly and said, "Gemini."
I did a little research and this is what I found:
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