We have big news: I’m pregnant. It’s early days yet — the baby isn’t due until Sept 12th — but I don’t understand why people believe in keeping pregnancies secret for the first 4 months. I mean, I technically know why: they’re afraid something will go wrong. But if we encounter a tragedy, I would want everyone to know that, too, because I would need that support. And in the meantime, it seems odd to keep happiness a secret.
So far, Sophie seems almost as excited about this news as I am. She’s making her plans for everything she will have to teach the baby. She assures me she is going to teach the baby to walk without dropping it. She’s carefully considering whether she wants to change every diaper or just the peed-on ones, not the poopy ones. And she’s asking lots of questions that just make my heart melt.
This morning, clutching the green fleece blanket that she has slept with every single day of her life, Sophie asked, “Mommy, when the baby comes, will I give it my blankie?”
“No,” I said, “you get to keep your special blankie. It’s yours forever.”
“But I want to share my blankie with the baby,” she said.
“We’ll get the baby its own blankie, so you both can sleep with blankies,” I said.
“Okay, well, make sure you get the baby a green blankie,” Sophie said. Green blankets are her favorite. “Make sure it’s fuzzy on one side and fluffy on the other, too, just like mine. It’s best that way.”