I have a son who I’m not sure I passed my genes on to.
Apparently Blake does not share my genetics for constantly being chilled to the bone. I am perpetually freezing cold. It takes about two seconds for my teeth to start chattering when I go outside on a chilly day. I blast the heat, sleep next to a space heater, and keep the fireplace on all day in the winter.
And yet, I’m still cold.
Even when I’m nine months pregnant, I still sleep in long sleeve shirts and socks and under a thick down comforter. I think that’s why I like summer so much. I finally have a chance to thaw out.
Blake, on the other hand, lives for the snow. He spent every possible moment outside over the weekend. Even though the first snowfall of the year is always the most magical for a child, I’m still questioning if we are really related.