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Wednesday, June 04, 2008This Is Not PropheticI was lying on the floor of Molly's nursery while she played happily among random toys. After a while, Spencer joined us. He must have been bored. This, of course, made a light catnap possible, so I rolled over and got a little more comfortable. Spencer was busy trying to get a Very Old Crib Toy to play its ancient wind-up music. It seemed to have made him a bit nostalgic. "Did you ever think about being pregnant again after you had me, Mommy?" "Oh, yes," I said. "I wished for it for a long time." "I would love to have another baby." Do tell. "What if you had another baby when Molly was three or four or five?" "Ur, that's a little old for having a baby." "Well, maybe you could have one sooner." I continued my attempt at a catnap. "You could start being pregnant at any minute and only God would know. You could start being pregnant two seconds from now and you wouldn't even know it." That would be interesting. "Or you could start being pregnant in a week. Or in two months! Or --" I desperately wanted to stick a sock in his mouth. "Then the two babies would be in one bedroom." "Well, what if it was a boy?" Might as well play along. "Then we'd paint half the room for a boy and half the room for Molly." He's got it all figured out, doesn't it? Funny how mommies don't "get" pregnant when children don't know about the *S* word -- they "start being" pregnant. Like, you just lie on the nursery floor, minding your own business, when suddenly, poof! You start being pregnant. Just like that. What a frightening thought. I mean, it's been a dream with Molly. I've gone on and on about what a blessing she's been. But...sudden pregnancy on the bedroom floor? Mercy. I'll tell you what's really scary, though. When Jonathan was only two and a half and his baby sister was -- well, a baby, he told me that there was a baby in my belly. Smiling, I asked him who had told him that. His answer? "Jesus." Guess who was pregnant one month later. No, we weren't "trying." Yes, I was shocked. Though, to be sure, I shouldn't have been. Because my toddler had given me fair warning. God was sending another baby, ready or not. So. Do I discount Spencer's pregnant-in-two-seconds rant? In a word, yes. My sanity dictates that I do so. And anyway, as of tonight, Eric will be permanently moving into the guest room. Instant pregnancy, indeed. *shudder* |
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6of my readers are feeling chatty:
oh man...i second that **shudder**
I have just about everything in the guest room, sweetie. I'll move back in after menopause. :)
Might I remind you of a little piece you wrote a while back...practically gloating that your baby and toddler days were behind you? I believed you that time around. This time, I'll wait it out.
Hey Eric... I'm headed to the backyard tonight. Rough day.
Oh my goodness, Jill. That was priceless.
I always told my kiddos the basics about how babies come to be but very recently I was asked about specifics so I gave specifics. Adasen was mortified. She said, "Ewwww I'm adopting. I thought you just kissed to make the baby." We were all laughing hysterically.
Parker said, "I left the room. I already had that talk with Dad so I didn't need to hear it again."
"I thought you just kissed to make the baby."
LOL! That's adorable - I love Parker's reaction too!
My kids are big on the "another baby" thing too, and getting worse now that Caoimhe is becoming a big girl.
I told them I'm getting way too old for this baby thing so now they're praying for multiples to maximize my remaining fertile years...
I sure hope Mommy prayers trump kiddo prayers. :-P
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