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Anyway, on a totally different subject, Hank has been slowly starting to ask me questions about the new baby. Luckily, the inevitable: "But how does the baby get in your belly?" question was satisfied with the simple answer of "God puts the baby there." He didn't seem to really need more information than that, for which I was immensely grateful. Many followups have come about how the baby actually gets OUT. Those have been a little dicey, but gone pretty well. He seems very concerned that this process is going to hurt me, which of course it will, but I find his concern very precious.
But the other night I got a glimpse into what is really on his little mind. As I was tucking him into bed, he settled in for the usual question and answer period. Right before a story is read, Hank always asks, "Can we talk about the things we did today?" It's become a routine. On this night, I sat down, and awaited the usual question. Instead, he asked:
"Can we talk about the baby?"
I was surprised by this change of topic, but pleased. It's not really all that interesting to talk about the things I do every day. :)
"Sure Honey. What do you want to know?"
"Ok. What happens when...the baby TOUCHES MY TOYS?!"
I could tell that this was a really pressing issue for him.
"Don't worry, Honey. We'll deal with that when it happens."
"But what will you do?"
"Well, I can come get the baby and bring him in another room."
"But what will you do to him?"
"Nothing, Sweetheart. Babies don't understand that they can't touch certain things, or that they shouldn't put small things in their mouth. I'll watch the baby and make sure he doesn't get into your toys."
"But what will you do?"
Clearly, this was on his mind. :) The whole time, he had that cute, scrunched-up eyebrow thing going on. I can't wait for him to feel more a part of things, like when the baby gets bigger and he can feel him/her move. I'm starting to slowly feel movement, but only late at night, and I know anyone with their hand on the outside of my belly wouldn't be able to feel it. Soon, soon. I may take him with me to one of my ob appointments too, so that he can hear the heartbeat. I can't wait.