Aiden: {informatively whiney} I want my playroom back
Me: (SIGHING realizing this is one more visit in the gentle yet inevitable explanation of why we can no longer have a playroom...) It's the baby's room now. And you are so sweet to share with the new baby. Besides, you can play all over the house. You don't really need a playroom to play.
Aiden: I want to give the baby back to Jesus.
Me: {resisting a smile} Well, sweetie, there's kind of a no return policy on babies. And I already love it in my tummy. You will love it too when its here.
Aiden: Then I want a new house with a playroom.
Me: {A little disturbed at this point by his advanced bargaining techniques/outlook on life} Well, maybe you should just be thankful for this house. God gave it to us. Some little boys and girls don't even have houses. {On the other hand, some little boys are also forced to wear smocked after the age of five in their big rich people houses, so deal, kid}
Aiden: (pausing for a moment to take it all in...) If we keep it, I want the baby to be a girl baby.
Me: (stifling a laugh) If it's a girl baby, what do you want to name it?
Aiden: Ashley. Ashley Mills. (I must say, I'm flattered)
Me: And if its a boy?
Aiden: Budah.
WHAT???
*Time's running out to enter millswhoops3! DO IT. You know you want to. Check the link to the left. I close down the entries and your chance to adjust your guess by July 1. So happy guessing...
and just to update: I went to the doc on Wednesday and am already dilated to 1.5 cm. I was counting on my last four weeks. I'm in no rush. I know what it's like now to deal with more than one, where as I naively rushed the idea of Emerson arriving, I'm doing handstands with this one. I told Mcdreamy my contractions had slowed down, but he said I don't really need that jazz to dilate this time around. Baby no. 3 is simply baring down. {read: goodbye, cervix of steel. I'll be crossing the dining room to get my morning coffee when little m pops out and starts pulling its best dance moves on the cream carpet. I think I'd be more disturbed by the fact that the new kid dirtied up my carpet. I'll probably be induced anyway...Ah the unpredictable fun the business of birthin babies can be...}
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