Both my babies were born with big heads. I can remember going in for my 37 week ultrasound, when pregnant with Luca, and the machine saying ” Out of Range” when they tried to measure his head. No joke. I spent the next week convinced I was giving birth to Stewie from the Family Guy.

So, when they told me at 20 weeks pregnant, with Leo, that his head was measuring three weeks ahead, I wasn’t surprised. They even struggled getting his head out of my c-section incision, requesting suction twice. I felt especially freaked the fuck out warm and fuzzy when the nurse said to me, “It’s just his huge head, the rest of him is normal!” before I saw him.

All I can say is thank god for c-sections, because OUCH.

Here’s the thing. All this time I’ve been blaming my husband for the big headed genes he passed on to our sons. For over three years I’ve been singing the same tune…

He get it from his papa.

Then I came across something that made my cute little head spin. A picture of my sister holding me when I was a baby.

Fuuuuuuck.

They get it from their mama.