The evening of my 12 week appointment, Ross and I decided to share the news with the kids. I know Ross had been dying to for quite a while, but I really needed to get past the 12 week/possible miscarry mark.
Ross told the kids that Mommy has a baby in her belly and their eyes just about popped out of their little heads.
Natalie started to squeal (she was already over the moon that her Aunt Emily is expecting in October, a little girl) and clap her hands. Jackson was all questions.
Natalie mentioned that we needed to bring up the high chair, it's in the basement, I know right where it is, and we need to get the baby a lovey, they have them at target, and clothes too, and . . . .
We told the kids that there's the possibility, if we stay in our current house, that they might have to share a room for a little while, or one of them might have to share with the baby. Jackson immediately, excitedly, brought up the concept of bunk beds. His dream might finally come true (he's wanted them since good friends of ours got some last year). To this, Natalie responded with a serious, "nah, I think I'll keep my own bed."
The kids also decided that our baby and Aunt Emily's baby could be friends. We blew their mind again when we said they'd be cousins!
"If our baby is a boy, it could marry Aunt Emily's baby!" Um. . . No. . . .
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