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We told our kids I was pregnant when I as at about 8 weeks. I know that is taboo but I was exhausted and sick and less than stellar and I was tired of them wondering why their mom was not her same energetic “let’s bake cookies for the whole neighborhood” mom. (Ok. They may not expect that, but there has been more take out than normal because everything is DISGUSTING and when it isn’t disgusting, it MUST BE EATEN NOW.)
Here are their reactions:
12 yr old: There is NO WAY this was a surprise. You guys know exactly how this happens. If you don’t want kids, stop having sex. You’re trying to ruin my life. If it’s a sister, I’m leaving.
(He then locked himself in his room and scream cried for an hour.)
9 yr old: Does this mean we’re not getting a puppy? Will we still travel? (When we told her there would be a hold for a year) But babies travel free. Why can’t we keep traveling if the baby is free?
7 yr old: FINALLY, I won’t be the youngest. You have NO IDEA how hard it is to be the youngest, Mom. (I’m the youngest of 5.) But we should still get a dog.
So now we are on the countdown to see if the baby is a boy or a girl. The youngest two would like a girl. I believe I have made clear my oldest’s feelings on this matter.
And my oldest is now resigned to the fact this is happening. When asked he now says, “Well, it’s happening and there isn’t much we can do about it. So I guess we’ll make the best of it.”
You’re not the only one who felt that way kid…