So I'm wondering how quickly talking about this pregnancy will get old for all of you. And more specifically how quickly talking about talking about this pregnancy with Harper will get old for you. Because, personally, I see endless potential for hilarity in the area of Harper as a big sister and the conversations thustly inspired.
She seems to have accepted that the baby is really in my tummy and today we discussed how it will come out of there! She pointed at her lips and asked, "Will it come out of your mouth?" I tried to stifle my chuckle as I told her no.
"Will you push it out your bottom?"
"Well, some babies come out that way, but this one won't (I didn't think a more specific anatomy lesson was important at this time)." Because Harper was born via c-section (she was breech), this baby will be too. There are few doctors in this area who will allow a VBAC and mine isn't one of them. (Please, please, don't email/leave comments for me to share your concerns about this situation, I know that many of you would probably fight for the VBAC, but we've made our peace with it. I like my doctor.)
I tried to explain to Harper how she was born and showed her my scar. I told her the doctor will open my tummy and pull this baby out, just like they pulled her out. At first she was horrified, "Will there be a hole in your tummy?!"
I said no, the doctor would use stitches to close it up once the baby was out. Then she looked around and said we should have the baby at Mugga's house (where we're staying). I told her that the baby would be born in the same hospital where she was born, and that's when Harper said, "But Mugga has scissors!"
Uh-oh. Now I'm going to have dreams that Harper will come after me with her safety scissors, trying to get the baby out herself.
And speaking of dreams, any weird pregnancy dreams out there? It happened to me with Harper and it is happening again with this one. . . pregnancy makes me dream about tornados.