Family

Toddler and New Baby

Since the beginning of this pregnancy, I’ve been trying to prepare Piggle for the arrival of his arch nemesis  sister. When we snuggle on the couch, I let him rub my belly, and when Sequel kicks, I tell him all about the baby playing soccer in mommy’s tummy. He even follows me on my six trillion daily pee-breaks—though, that’s nothing new.

So far, he hasn’t shown any interest in my uterine-dweller, and goes as far as to feign deafness when I talk about her. It’s probably just his age, but I also have a sneaking suspicion that he’s under the impression that if he pretends not to know about it, she won’t come flying out in a few weeks and take away his only-child status.

Though he acts like he has no idea what’s going on, I have caught him sneaking an interested peek at my ballooning stomach, and the other day, he caught wind of my almost-outie belly button.

He thought it was the bees knees!

Today, as usual, I asked him if he wanted to feel the baby kicking. This was the result—which went on for well over an hour and left me dripping in Piggle-spit.

Ashley McDonald

Ah I love it!!!

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