Notes from the desk of the Analogy Queen

Something I learned pretty quickly once my boys started asking big questions. Only answer the singular one they’ve asked. That’s it. Stop right there.

I got pregnant with my third baby when my boys were 4 1/2 and 6 so they were old enough to know something was up with Mommy. They were keenly aware of my changing shape and were pretty fascinated as I got bigger.

Not like little girls might be, I’d guess……….but still fascinated.

And, of course they they wanted a sister.

Only because they didn’t have one…..

The day of my ultrasound came I was a little nervous. It would be fun to have a girl, but truly I really didn’t care.

I had the boy thing down pat. That in itself is a whole other entry.

We go to the ultrasound office and the results show very obviously I’m carrying a boy.

Jim’s totally tickled smiling to himself and I’m in total awe because the clarity of the pictures were so amazing. I got to see my little boy’s face up close.

And he was perfect.

We leave the office to go tell the brothers at home.

Cole, my second, wasn’t super impressed with the picture of his new brother. He looked at it and said ,”Okay so I’m getting a baby brother.” and ran off…

However…. my  oldest, Jack, was totally annoyed and remarked ,”I wanted a sister.”……. turned and walked away……… again,.a whole other entry……

As I got bigger and bigger Jack became more agitated. He would look at me worriedly staring at my stomach……..

Up to this point neither boy had asked how this little bundle of joy was going to get out ……..and I didn’t volunteer the information.

One afternoon the three of us are in the car driving….which was great because they were in the back seat and couldn’t see my face….. …Jack all of a sudden speaks up and says ,”Mommy, when you have a baby do they cut your stomach open?”

Wow. I took a deep breath and replied,”Well, honey, yes some people have their babies that way.”

He said, “Oh,okay.” And that was it. That was answer enough for him. Thank God.

I didn’t tell him that I don’t have babies that way.

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