Oh my! They look just like their daddy!
Would you look at that? Little Sean carbon copies.
Well, aren't you both just daddy's little girls?
Striking resemblance to the father.
I just can't get over how much they look like him.
Thank you world, because the 9+ months I carried each girl were so fun I didn't want them to take after me at all.
Nope, the privilege of weight gain, mood swings, break out, relentless burping, incessant peeing and a more sensitive sense of smell than usual were all prize enough.
No need for family resemblance here. Let them look like the person who stayed slim, lost weight even, dozed at points during the first labor experience and who never had to slip a twin size matress in his underwear to protect hideous granny panties from post delivery "stuff."
Well guess what? Before they slipped out of this here mini-Sean vending machine, they picked something up from me, and it wasn't rhythm.
PS I'm kidding, I loved being pregnant and I see myself in them every day, no mattee what anyone else says. But c'mon, throw me a bone every once in a while.
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One of my husband's coworkers actually had the nerve to say to me, "Did you have anything to do with this child's genetic makeup at all? I mean, were you just the incubator?"
Flames on the side of my face...
awwww my daughter looks just like my husband too .... I figure the next one has to be all me!
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