I am wondering will I ever not want to explain all the hell the boys, my husband and I went through when they were born? When talking to strangers I generally tell them the adjusted age of the boys when they ask so not to get the usual "They are small for their age." comments. But sometimes I end up going into the entire history from DNA to presently - usually when they ask when were they born and I give their actual birthday. When the quizzical looks on their faces doing the math, I then break in with the explanation. Or sometimes I just end up telling it.
Sometimes it is cathartic to tell their story. Other times it leaves me drained and upset. I know I can choose to not say anything but apparently I can't shut up about it. Do I feel like their story needs to be heard? Or is it because I don't have those normal new baby stories that everyone else seems to have? I don't think it is for validation - the boys being here is pretty validating for myself. I think it is more so wanting to have the common stories that other mothers have, but I don't. That can make you feel left of center when moms are talking about their kids.