Here is an approximation of a conversation that just occured at our house. Not as awkward as I thought--although my guess is I'll be repeating it alot over the next few months. Picture me lying on the floor doing a good impression of a human slug as my children drive robots and monster trucks on me.
Luke: Mommy, are you sick because you have a baby in your tummy?
Me: Yes, mommy's body isn't used to having a baby in it yet. In a while, my body will get used to it and I won't be sick and my tummy is going to get very big like Nolan's mommy's.
Luke: How does the baby get out of you?
Me: [long pause] Umm, good question. The doctor helps it get out.
Luke: How? Does it come out your mouth?
Me: No. Sometimes doctors cut open a mommy's tummy to get the baby out.
Luke: Will that kill you?
Me: No. It's a special operation. That's how your friends Luke Chandler and Nolan and Mason were born. [another long pause] But you and Michael weren't born that way. Usually babies come out of a mommy's vagina. That's how you and Michael were born.
[horribly long pause while I brace myself for his response]
Luke: Look, my robot has small wheels. Is it a girl baby or a boy baby?
Me: I don't know. Around December we'll have an ultrasound that will show us what the baby looks like in mommy's tummy. Then we'll find out. Would you like to come?
Luke: Yes. I can't wait to see what your insides look like!!!!
Michael: Baby in my tummy.
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