We’re pregnant! Again! My breasts are swollen, I’m hungry, experiencing some lovely nausea, and I keep crying at commercials. Pretty much like I remember it. After peeing on a stick, we conceded that we now have a theoretical baby incubating currently in my midsection. We’ve been trying for a few months, so for a nice change, it’s expected. My husband and I already have a wonderful, rambunctious, handful of a three-and-a-half-year-old son, who in the last year has expressed an extreme desire for a sibling. I have never seen a kid love babies so much. All kids, any age, he adores them all. So since I never wanted to raise an only child, it was easy to start trying for spawn number two.
I can’t remember how many months my son creeped me out telling me I had a seed planted in my tummy, each time I had to wonder if he knew something I didn’t. However, this month (I am now five weeks along) it became official. Our son will be a big brother next spring!
What I want to know is when everyone told their preceding children about the upcoming ones? My reason for wanting to tell him is that he is a sensitive and astute child — he has to know something is going on. We’re acting differently, life is already changing drastically. — Rebecca