Well, it seems that one child was simply not enough. Number two is on it’s way and we’re thrilled!
Let me retrace our steps for you (don’t worry, I will be careful to avoid any unnecessary details). Something clicked towards the end of our Europe adventure and suddenly it just made sense – we would love to have another child. After being back on Aussie soil for a few weeks it was confirmed and any chance of keeping this piece of news a secret went out the door with our three year old son’s enthusiasm. ‘Baby? Did you say baby? Yeah, we’re having a baby aren’t we mum? Aren’t we?’
Over the weeks he has enquired regularly about the baby and even me – Him: ‘How are you both going?’ Me: ‘Well I think the baby is fine…I feel terrible.”. He talks excitedly about taking it for a walk and sharing his bath toys. He whispers through the stretching skin of my now bulging belly: ‘Hello baby. Hello! Hello…?’. He understands that I am going to blow up like a balloon, but that the grand, messy ‘popping’ of this balloon (as per Play School) is not going to happen until after his birthday. Time is a difficult concept for young minds. And yet despite this knowledge he has frequently forgotten about it’s existence as his arms and legs are thrown wildly towards me in a state of tantrum. Let the ride begin!
