The Birds & The Bees ... Kinda

When Little Man was born, Diva was three days shy of two-years-old. We never had a "Big Sister" conversation with her. When the day arrived, she was brought to the hospital and presented with the new baby ... end of story.

This time around has been slightly different. The kiddos will be almost five and three when baby #3 makes his grand entrance. Clearly, some sort of announcement had to be made. Considering our complex pregnancy history, I was in no hurry to share the news in case things didn't go according to plan. As time went on, there just never seemed to be a "perfect" time to tell them. I was constantly asked "You really haven't told them?" and "They haven't noticed your belly?" or some variation. The answer: no. They seemed quite oblivious and we were content to go along with it.

Finally, at 29 weeks we took the kids to an ultrasound and presented their new baby brother ... on a big screen. If you know Daddy, you understand just how fitting that is! Little Man was less than impressed, but Diva was absolutely mesmerized. She watched the screen for awhile, taking it all in and letting that little mind process it all. Then came THE QUESTION.

Diva: "How do we get him out of your tummy?"
Me: "We just do."
Diva: "But how?"
Me: "We go to the hospital and get him out?"
Diva: "How does the hospital get him out?"
Daddy: "They say abracadabra and get him out."

Okay, sure that is one approach - personally, I prefer complete avoidance. But, confusing them can be a good route too.

So, if she has an aversion to magicians later in life or decides to forgo an epidural in favor of "abracadabra" ... blame her daddy!