So that's how it works...

First off, I apologize for it having been so long since our last update. It doesn't seem, to me at least, that there is much to give an update on, but perhaps that is because I'm used to all of this, so whatever happens just seems normal and not necessarily update worthy. Still, I have a funny little entry this time around, so sit back and enjoy.

Ame and I had the pleasure of working in the preschool nursery during the church service this morning. While we were there, this boy named Caden sat down on this little Playskool workbench thing, and I asked him to stop sitting on it, telling him, jokingly, that he was fat. (Caden's not really fat, but he's a fun kid who's fun to mess with.) He then replied, "I'm not fat. You're fat," at which point Ame chimed in with "I'm fat. I'm pregnant. I've got a baby in my tummy," which, as you may imagine, led to quite the inquisition.

Most of the other children weren't even paying attention, and the ones who were couldn't have cared less about what Ame had just said. Caden, on the other hand, was just about mesmerized. Wanting to be sure that he hadn't misunderstood, he wanted her to repeat what she had just said. "There's a baby in your tummy?"

"Yes. It's right here, in my tummy."

"Can we see it?"

"No, it's inside my tummy."

"Well, open it up," he demanded.

Apparently Caden isn't too aware of the ins and outs of basic human anatomy, but I think that's excusable for a 3-year-old. Still, Caden's curiosity was not to be quenched. "How did it get in there? Did you swallow it?"

"Well, not exactly..."

Still being pressed as to why Ame had a baby in her tummy, we tried to skirt the issue by telling him, "God gave her to us." This, however only opened the door for more questions.

"Why did God give her to you?"

"Because he wanted us to have a baby."

"Why did God want you to have a baby?" Now the kid was approaching theological questions that I don't think either of us had a real answer to.

Being unsatisfied with our current batch of answers, Caden then moved on to a perhaps more pressing issue: "How do you get her out?"

I gave Ame the floor for this one, to which she replied, "Well...she comes out eventually." I think it was at this point that we were afraid of getting in over our heads and having to apologize profusely to Caden's parents. He did, however, eventually begin to move away from this fascination, though never entirely. Perhaps the funniest exchange came when Caden asked, "Can she open her eyes?"

"Yes, but there's not much to see in there. It's dark."

"Can she turn the lights on?" Umm, not exactly. Still enthralled by Ame's belly, though uncertain about it, he then asked if the baby was in her shirt, and Ame showed him that the baby was in fact in her belly by pulling up her shirt a little way and showing him her belly, which opened up another can of worms. "Show me your tummy again" was a phrase heard more than once during the remainder of the afternoon.

Thankfully, Caden's excitement began to wane, though he was still amused enough to ask Ame, "Is it okay if we laugh at your fat tummy?" I think I may go home and ask the same question.


Though we may not update this again any time next week, check back next weekend (around the 21st), because we go in on Saturday for our 3D/4D ultrasound, which should produce some really cool pictures. Maybe then we can start the arguments of who Addie looks like most.