First baby, I knew she was pregnant before she did. I told her she was pregnant and she didn’t believe me and a week later her doctor told her she was. I just knew, strange feeling I had..just knew. So my reaction I can say was just gratification that I was right. I just knew everything would be ok, the pregnancy, the birth. In my mind it was written, I was fucking Zen.
Second kid, she knew cause she had bad acid reflux and she said that my oldest kept looking between her legs while bent over. She said an old wives tale meant that, that meant a baby was coming. When he came he had a lot of hair and she said she knew she was pregnant cause babies with alot of hair cause acid reflux. I wasn’t really mentally present around this time of my life. I don’t recall having much of a reaction.
My third kid, I just wanted to get all of the beginning shit over wit. The pregnancy, delivery, hospital stay, sleepless nights, diapers, feeding, potty training, day care, teaching to walk, talk, alldat shit. I was ready to skip straight to 1st grade. By this time I was done wit all that start off shit. Had finally gotten past that shit when this one came. But she’s my little darling.
