"Mom, you are the creator of balls of yarn".... with a big smile on his face. He just looks at me with those adoring, boy loving his mom eyes. He is amazed by my supermom powers to transform mere yarn into balls of delight. My pride temporarily swells for all the adoration and love that a boy can give........ until.......Conversation number two.
It started out good. We were snuggling, having mom and son time. He's looking down noticing my stomach and here comes the bomb drop..... "Mom, are you sure there's not another baby in there?" He starts rubbing it, looking hopeful..... Can't you just hear my internal screams that are taking place? What should I blame PMS, bad posture, or the two pop tarts I just ate for no apparent reason at all? I just tell him no, I'm sure there's no baby, and then thankfully he moves on to an easier topic..... "Mom, how did I squeeze out of your belly button when I was born"? Hmmmmmmmmm.
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