In April I had to do a 24 hour urine collection for my endocrinologist. The kids were all grossed out by the large container that I had to store in the fridge. As I carried the container upstairs for the last addition, Jeremy made a comment about it, then Ocean chimed in with his two cents. Jeremy then asked Ocean what he thought the pee was for.
Ocean: Um, so the doctor can see if mommy’s pregnant?
Me: No. That boat has sailed.
Jeremy: Why? Do you want a baby brother or sister?
Ocean, slowly: Yeah…
Me: Well, there’s no more babies being born here.
Jeremy: We still hope to adopt a sister for you, though.
Ocean: Will she be younger than me?
Me: We don’t know yet.
Ocean: Are you talking about <her name>?
Me: Yes.
Ocean, satisfied with the situation: Ok.
Yes, our future adopted daughter has a name and we talk about her with the kids.
Also, thank goodness it doesn’t take 24 hours worth of pee to test if you’re pregnant. Can you imagine?
