"Mommy?" came a soft sweet voice from the backseat of my car (which, by the way, is nearing 300,000 km on the odometer! Yikes!). "You 'fink' you will be 'prayngenant' soon?"
Yep, that came from my 6 year old DS3 yesterday on our way to pick up his sister from school. I didn't really know how to respond to him - you see I had 3 c-sections and my DH wanted me to get a tubal after DS3 was born; I agreed but always wished that I hadn't. I do want another baby - but do I want one because I truly want one or do I want one because I can't have one? I think I truly want another but, as I told DS3, that is totally up to God now.
I do get slightly jealous when people I know are pregnant and sad when people ask me, due to my slight excess poundage in the tummy area if I am pregnant. I feel those pangs of baby pain that are not supressed with being able to hold someone else's baby and giving it back.
But what's a girl to do? The factory has been shut down and it is all up to God. I know it has happened before so, if He wants me to have another baby, He is just going to have to open that factory up Himself (He can do it - my God can move mountains. What's a couple of tiny little clamps?)
Where DS3's thought process came from, I don't know. But I sure do love the way he said 'pregnant'; I just hope I spelled his way right. Prayngenant? Payengenant? Preynganant? I dunno.
What I do know is kids are pretty darn cute and one day I will get my butt in gear and get his Son vs Sun story on here.