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February 08, 2006
Gus seems to get it
So tonight, as I was getting Gus ready for bed, I thought it best to reiterate, yet again, that a baby will be coming home with us...at some point.
This is not new information. Practically every day for the past two months we've been talking at length about the baby in Mama's belly. It wasn't until tonight that Gus really seemed to express understanding of what was going on.
As he sat on my lap, I said, you know, Mama has a baby in her belly.
Gus nods.
Will you help us with the baby?
Gus nods, then says, "I cook."
You'll cook? That sounds good to me.
Will you help us feed the baby a bottle?
Gus nods.
Gus, Mama will go to the hospital but then she'll be back with the baby.
Hospital, he said...then I lost him to the thrill of couch climbing.
A nod is something, no?
I don't know when Baby E is coming, but there are signs that it needs to be soon:
1. I could feel the outline of baby E's foot today with my hand, as my belly contorted to accomodate his length. I don't have stretch marks from pregnancy (those are from college...ah, the freshman 15), but I swear, if he grows any more, I feel like my entire stomach is just going to have to be one big stretch mark. I've got no more skin to give, little boy!
2. I only have one pair of outside pants that fit me. Hey, why buy more clothes when you're homebound? At least my workmates aren't subjected to the SAME outfit everyday. My family loves me in pajama monkey pants. No one at work needs to know that I'm presenting concepts in pajamas and wearing a geeky headset over unwashed hair, gesticulating wildly to... no one. I am a jewel, John, thanks for loving me in all my glory.
3. I can't stop eating. Seriously. This didn't happen with Gus. This feeling of insatiable hunger has only been with me for three days, but oh-my-god, it must stop. My thighs would like to thank my uterus for being uncooperative and forcing us to stay inside of doors for two months. Without that reprieve, I would have been making random food runs to who-knows-where at all times of the day and night. At least being stuck at home I am forced to be a bit more creative with my eating. It sucks that I'm one of those people who forgets to buy junk food when shopping on Peapod. Last night John saved me. I requested a Snicker's bar...and man, he came through. KING size. He even brought home pastries from work, wrapped in an old design doc, just like a present. I almost cried. I ate them all.
4. I'm ready to stop calling Baby E "Baby E". Come forth, little boy, and let us call you... your name.
Posted by janna at February 8, 2006 10:14 PM