Life Lessons With Gramma C.

My second oldest daughter is having a baby. I know that happens to the best of us, but she is 36 years old and has two teenagers, so it will be a big adjustment. She is more nervous this time - I guess when you’re young you don’t think about all the possible complications.

Add to that the fact that her doctor wants to test her for every possible malady under the sun. Not that it would matter, because she would never abort this far along regardless of the findings.

This new baby’s name is Brandon, unless of course, the doctor is wrong and he is a she. I think I preferred the days of not knowing -there was so much more excitement in saying “It’s a boy” or “It’s a girl”, rather than “He’s here”.

What do you think? Better to know ahead or be excitedly surprised?