Actually, I did see a hilarious announcement in which the husband and son stood smiling outside the open bathroom door while the mom's head was buried in the t-o-i-l-e-t with the caption "We're expecting!" and while that is closer to reality, meh. I limit my exposure to toilets.
I could easily take a photo of the positive pregnancy test, but that implies urine, so I'm going to skip it. "One doesn't speak of such things," Meg says to Jo March when she comes home from New York to find her sister several months pregnant with twins. That's kind of how I feel about it. I mean, it's The Miracle of Life, and I'm all about that, but these kinds of announcements suggest things like Doing the Nasty and then in a few months, Doing the Nasty Childbirth.
So to change the subject to more kosher things, I'll let you know what Ethan has to think of this.
We told him I had a baby in my tummy (call us pedestrian, but I don't particularly care if my 4-year-old knows the term "uterus," I mean we're not raising Doogie Howser here), and quite shockingly it didn't take long before he asked questions.
"Mommy, how does the baby get out of your tummy?"
"Uh...the doctor, ummm...it's....a mystery, actually."
After that he surmised the doctor must have some sort of special tool, and while I could have affirmed that under certain circumstances, yes that's true, I'll just let the mystery stand.
He also has an opinion on the baby's gender: "Mommy, I want a girl sister."
"But what if it's a boy?"
"Hmm. Just ask the doctor for two babies."
I've been nauseated 24/7 for the past several days (I mean, I even wake up during the night feeling nauseated), so that sucks. Ethan wanted me to get up and escort him to the potty yesterday, and he offered to hold in my tummy to help me feel better. We walked down the hall with his hand over my abdomen.
"That baby sure is getting big!" he said. "You're tummy's like a watermelon." Disconcerting, since I'm only 7 weeks.
"I love you Mommy. I'm glad you have a baby in your tummy," he said to me the other day. Before asking me if he could stay up and watch the baseball game.
I let him.
YAY! Congrats! Hope your nausea passes as time goes on, it totally blows.
Congratulations, Erin! I am so very happy for you! Ethan sounds like he is going to be an excellent big brother.
Congrats!!! That annoucement with mom at the toilet would have been hilarious. I hope you feel better soon!
I'M SO EXCITED! In truth, I clicked through thinking you were getting a new dog. And hey, I thought that was exciting.
But it's not a dog! It's a girl sister! Or maybe two babies!
Thank you for steering away from both urine and uteruses. (As a fellow grammarian, I know that you know that it's NOT uteri.)
Yay!! That Ethan is going to produce some good blogging material during this pregnancy, I can feel it. Also, did I say I was saving this for 2am? My bad, Molly decided 1 was better. I honestly couldn't wait any longer anyway.
Woohoo! Congratulations. I'm as happy for you as any Mom would be!
And also relieved that, while your OTHER babies are missing you in NC, you didn't go and adopt another dog. You see how my priorities have shifted.
Congrats, lady! I'm sure you're just feeling all rosy and glowy, huh? ;) Thanks for sharing with us, and I look forward to hearing all about the hijinks over the next few months. Praying for y'all!
Congrats Erin. I am happy for you all.
I feel funny congratulating you since I only know you from reading your blog, but what the heck. Congrats! I believe Ethan is a smidge older than my son, so reading about his antics kind of gives me a glimpse into the near future :-) I hope the barfy feeling goes away soon. That's never fun.
Looking forward to our trip. Sorry you are so ill, but hopefully that will pass once you're into second trimester. We'll take care of you, or at least take care of the nutrition stuff for Noah and Ethan, if you can't eat. See you on the 6th. Love, Mimi
GASP! Congrats! (I feel a bit like Tracy Ellen, especially since I don't always comment, but it just couldn't be helped . . . )
Congrats Erin! So excited for you guys! Sorry for the sicky Mcsickerson-ness.
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