Thursday, June 28, 2007

Pregnancy, as interpreted by a 5-year-old mind

The three of us sat down last night and listened to the baby's heartbeat. Sam said it was, "really fun," and I agree.

Today he came home from daycare, patted my belly, and asked, "Is your belly getting bigger?"

This better work out...for all of us.

3 comments:

Lori said...

Oh, I remember feeling so, so, SO the same way for my boys when I was pregnant after losing the twins. My oldest would ask after every appointment if the baby was still okay. He would ask how much longer until she could survive is she were born early. It was painful.

When I told our boys that we were having a girl, I asked my younger son how he felt about having a sister. He said, "Mom, I don't care what we have. I just want a baby."

It's hard when we aren't the only ones holding onto so much hope.

*Darcie* said...

Dont you love the innocent of children! I think that was a very sweet comment!!

delphi said...

I keep coming back to this post and wanting to comment but not really having anything to say. It makes me tear up, in a good, hopeful sort of way.