Watching how Sophia adapts to my growing belly, her brother-to-be, has been quite interesting. She’s become super clingy. It’s understandable. I’m tired, grumpy, and bitchy. I’m not the same mom she knew before I got knocked up. Right?
By super clingy, I mean obsessed. She’s obsessed with my belly. As in touching it every time she thinks about my belly. She has to rub it, love it, and snuggle it. It has to be my bare belly. We’ve had quite a few talks about pulling my shirt up in public. She’s also obsessed with my boobs. How do they make milk? How will her baby brother drink the milk? (I nursed Sophia for 2 years).
When I tuck her in bed, she actually says goodnight separately to my belly, my boobs, and me. All 3 of us. As if I don’t feel like a cow already, now there’s 3 of me.
The other day, she dialed my belly (bare belly, of course)—like a telephone—to talk to her brother. My black hole of an innie navel was the receiver AND the earpiece. Apparently the baby is ready to come out, according to Sophia. I’m sure as I grow more rotund, she’ll be calling him more often. Hopefully there won’t be any roaming charges.
I’m glad she’s warming up to having a baby brother. I know that she has no idea what she’s in for once he’s born. Even though I get tired of Sophia rubbing my belly all day, I’m glad that she’s excited and interested in the baby.
This post was inspired by DC Metro Moms’ August book club selection, Birth Day by Dr. Mark Sloan. Sloan shares how the medical aspects of giving birth has evolved over the years, from pain relief, to a father’s role, to what the baby tastes and sees.
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I love this post. You're beautiful pregnant, no wonder Sophia's obsessed!
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