It's become very apparent to me that, although the boys are completely excited about the upcoming birth of their little brother, they truly do not understand what it entails. In the car yesterday, Connor asked,
"Mom, the day your baby comes out of your tummy, can we take him to Chuck E. Cheese? You can come too!"
Connor is obviously on the "stork" end of the spectrum - he assumes our little bundle of joy is just going to somehow magically arrive one day. Kirby however, is savvy enough to understand that there is a bit more involved. He gets the fact that I'll need to be in the hospital for awhile. He followed Connors comment with...
"Dad, remember when Mom had Connor and you took me to do something fun? Can you take me and Connor to do something fun while Mom's in the hospital having the baby?"
"Kirby!" I said. "I need Daddy at the hospital while I'm having the baby. I can't do it alone!"
"Why not?" he asked quite innocently.
I tried to use my most chipper voice to casually mention that it was kind of a big deal to get a baby out of a mommy's tummy, and sometimes it hurts a little, and it would be nice to have his dad there to hold my hand.
Sometimes, I think about the stork, and I kind of start to trip out. It's a little bit like Santa Claus. I find myself asking, "Why not? Maybe he's really real." I think it's pure denial about what is waiting for me in three months.
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You know what? Giving birth was THE best part about being pregnant for me. I just loved it. No horror stories from me. Now the nine months previous to that? Well...that's another story. Pukey, tired, achey, irritable...well, you know all about that, don't you? Hang in there!! You're going to do great!
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