I think my anxiety purge last night really helped, because I slept so much better and haven’t had any imaginary contractions yet today. Also, I think that Joe is so freaked out that it is forcing me to be the “rational” one and that always helps me cope in stressful situations. I came into the nursery last night to put a few things in a diaper bag for the hospital (just in case) and Joe was on the computer. The conversation went a little like this:
Joe: What are you doing?
Me: Packing a diaper bag to take to the hospital.
Joe: RIGHT NOW??? (and I think he may have had a small heart attack)
I assured him that if I was actually in labor that it will be the first thing I say and I will probably not be nonchalantly picking out booties and baby blankets.
The other night Joe was doing night-night prayers with Brandon (which usually turns into conning Daddy into reading a book and playing dinosaurs) when I overheard this conversation:
Brandon: My tummies getting bigger.
Joe: It is?
Brandon: Yeah, like mommy’s tummy bigger. (He likes to point out how huge I am)
Joe: What’s in mommy’s tummy?
Brandon: My baby sister, but she’s not home yet.
Joe: No she’s not…
Brandon: How does baby sister get home?
Joe: (looooong pause)
Andi: (yelling from other room) Angels!
Brandon: Yeah, angels bring baby sister home!
Just so you know, I have no problem lying to my kid…I am perfectly content with him believing angels bring babies and thunder is the sound clouds make when they are cold.