




Poppy hadn't ever seen a sonogram...I totally took the experience for granted. I put the image in front of him, he picked it up, put his glasses on, looked around confused and finally asked: are you pregnant? (a provoked question after much giggling around the table). Bless his heart. His first viewing of his great grandchild in an indistingusihable photograph that probably only a mother could love.
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