Pocket Bebe

My middle child loves attention, so you should have seen her at school dismissal on Wednesday afternoon when with a grin similar to the Cheshire cat, she announced that her mom was, “having a baby and giving it to someone else.”  Her group of six and seven-year-old girlfriends stood huddled together waiting for me to deny this outrageous claim while my daughter reveled in the shock value of it all.  I instantly had a flashback of when our oldest daughter, at that very same age, told a girl in her first grade class that babies did NOT come out of bellybuttons, they…wait for it…come out of your private parts!  PRIVATE PARTS! I’ve heard the mother’s reaction to her daughter’s new knowledge base didn’t please her very much and all I could do was think “at least she didn’t clue her in about life in the Sudan, Hitler, or heaven forbid- that the tooth fairy wasn’t real.”   THAT is the kind of information that can leave some real permanent damage on a young and unsuspecting soul.

At any rate, the book we ordered- The Kangaroo Pouch by Sarah Phillips Pellet, finally arrived the other day.  The book is good but not all that I had wanted it to be.  I think I’d like to create my own book.  Any Children’s Lit agents out there want to guide me right into a major publishing house?  Is that asking too much?  Yeah probably, I will just go ahead and add that to the prayer list.  Anyway, the book is a good tool and the Kangaroo story is helpful.  Our biggest goal with the girls is to stress that the embryos were created by Lucy and Ricky.  Lucy is the egg mommy, Ricky is the seed daddy and that makes the bebe belong to them.  Lucy’s tummy can’t keep the bebe egg safe for the right amount of time so she is using my tummy to grow the little pocket bebe and when the bebe is done growing and ready to live outside my tummy, the little bebe will go home to live with the Ricardo family.  We won’t even approach the possibility of two babies in my “tummy oven” unless that possibility becomes reality.

My appointment at the clinic on Thursday was quick and painless.  I left at 5:30 am, arrived at 7:15 for the appointment, was seen at 7:40 and out of there at 7:55.  The ultrasound showed that the lining of the diamond encrusted uterus was indeed thickening.  Miami clinic emailed at the end of the day to say that everything was looking good and to actually cut down from two estrogen patches to one.  I was back in town by the time my weekly small group met at 9:30.  I actually noticed most of my girlfriends’ cars still at Dunkin Donuts where they were consuming the massive amounts of coffee that fuels our two plus hours of nonstop talking as I passed by and beat them to the church.  That comment actually makes me laugh because as a kid we sometimes got donuts from the donut shop in the morning and I remember all the farmers and their wives in there having coffee and swapping talk.  Makes me feel like an old fart. 

Lucy has been super busy being wife, mommy, doctor, and student.  A self-professed schoolaholic she is currently studying for her latest conquest, comprehensive exams for her Ph.D.  Hopefully when things calm down a bit for her she will be able to contribute a few posts. 

I read a funny blog post the other day about my cousin’s birthing class and all that she learned in preparation to have her first baby.  Apparently there was a guy there that kept everyone shaking their heads in disbelief; they named him Vodka Sex and his antics had me laughing out loud.  Click here to read it!  Just for the record, I personally LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the mesh underwear you get from the hospital after having a baby. 

Many prayers going out to Haiti, the Husband and I texted a $10 donation to the Red Cross yesterday and it was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.  By the way, the cell phone companies are lifting any texting fees if you donate to Haiti over texting.  To donate to the Red Cross you text the word “Haiti” to the number 90999.  They then send you a text telling you to confirm that you really want to donate $10 by replying back with the word “YES.”  The $10 is then added to your cell phone bill.  Pretty cool!

© Pocketbebe, 2010