My Catholic grandmother had eleven children, six boys and five girls. When she was pregnant with her eleventh child, my aunt Amy, she sat on a couch beside my mother, who was then pregnant with me. “When my own daughter-in-law is pregnant at the same time as me, it’s time to stop having kids,” she thought (or words to that effect).
I don’t know my family…
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