|They spotted Patrick early on...|
Their impatience is growing by the day. Earlier in the week I saw Sadie evaluating my tummy when I was wearing an empire waist dress (apparently I shouldn't do this, even though "it's comfortable" unless I want to evoke speculation from the preschooler and toddler set). She then asked if there was "a baby in there," (actually, I think it was said in statement form) with a crazy/bright/hopeful look in her eye, and then asked if I was sure that there wasn't (yes, yes I am).
Yesterday I was reading to her on the couch and she leaned back and put her head against my hip. "Here," I said. "Scoot up and put your head on my tummy. It's softer." She sat up like a bolt and began to grin. "Because there are babies in there?" she asked gleefully (and what? Babies? Plural? The kid doesn't just hope for a sibling, but for multiples?) "No." I replied.
Later in the day I caught Sadie and Mae evaluating my tummy while I worked in the kitchen. "Are there babies yet?" Sadie asked. Mae came over and pulled up my shirt and stared hard at my stomach for a minute while Sadie saw the mark that the elastic band of my skirt had made and said: "I see it! I see the scar where they took Patrick out!" in an excited voice.
|He was so much more holdable when he was tiny...|
But there's baby fever in the house and it's apparently spreading among those under four feet tall.
Sure the little guy is cute, but he's too big to be held easily now. And he squirms to get down and play on the floor. Besides, Sadie lets me know. We want a sister.
"What do you think Patrick wants?" I ask.
"A brother." She says after a moment, and then looks slyly at me as if she's found a new chink in the armor of my answer. "And Patrick wants a brother Mommy."
|But now that he's a "big" boy...|
I'll try to avoid the suggestively high waisted clothing (that make up much of my closet after four pregnancies) so that we don't have daily hopeful false alarms from the bump watchers.
Is this how the Duchess of Cambridge felt for the year before they announced their big news? Because the little wanna-be investigative reporters in our house have begun speculating... and appear to be making daily (incorrect) announcements about the size of our family.
Yup... I'll be searching for my most slimming dress today...
And Patrick, if you could help Mommy out by letting your sister hold you for five seconds without fussing to get down and practice pushing yourself up to crawl (so you escape your sisters) that would be great!