I’ve been meaning to share one of my favorite pregnancy stories about Molly for a while now. . .
Z and I were playing in the empty room when all of a sudden we heard from the kitchen “Either I just peed my pants or my water broke”. I figured that that wasn’t the kind of announcement one would make unless they were fairly sure it was the latter. I got pretty excited that we would soon be on our way to the hospital to meet Ellie, and even started explaining to Zoe what was going to be happening. My excitement was cut short a matter of minutes later when Molly came back down wearing a new pair of pants and resumed cooking dinner.
