Note: This post was written on May 24, and not published until now.
I was hesitant to tell Lily that she's going to be a big sister again, because I was afraid she'd blurt out the news before we ready to go public. But yesterday, we were sitting together on the floor having a nice quiet moment together. She started to get antsy and tried to use my belly as leverage to help her get up.
I couldn't resist. I told her she couldn't jam her hand or foot or elbow or whatever it was into my belly because there was a baby in there, and she had to be sure she didn't hurt the baby. She gave me a funny look. Like, "Well, that doesn't make much sense."
Next thing I know, she's lifting up my shirt. "See baby?"
I couldn't help laughing. I told her she would have to wait a long time to see the baby. That Mama's belly would have to get a lot bigger before the baby would come out to play. She was well under a year old the last time I got pregnant. This time, it will be so much more exciting for her.
Right now, she's sitting on my lap at the computer desk as I type. A moment ago, she readjusted herself and I sighed under this new weight distribution.
She turned around and looked at me. She pointed at my belly. "Baby in there?"
I couldn't believe she remembered! Our conversation had been so brief. She lifted up my belly to inspect it again. I think it won't be long before we're outed by our 2-year-old!