I have come to the realization that I must have the weakest genes in the history of mankind.
I've known for quite some time (since he popped out, actually) that my son is the spitting image of my husband.
However, I've been holding out hope that my little girl might resemble me just the slightest bit.
I spotted a baby picture of my mother-in-law at their house yesterday and did a double take. I actually thought it was a picture of my Little Ladybug hanging on the wall. I mean, the resemblance was unCANNY!
Suck. All I have to show for my two kids is a few extra pounds (Ok, QUITE a few extra pounds) and some stretch marks.