Dakota's Plan

Today Dakota told me that she was ready for our baby to be here, and for us to take him home. I told her that he is still inside mommy, and maybe not ready to come out yet. Here is roughly how the rest of the conversation went:

"Well, we need to get him out."

"OK. How do you think we should do this?"

Thinks. "We can use a rope."

"What?"

We can poke a rope in you, lassoe it around his belly, and pull him out!"

"Um, poke a rope where?"

"You know Mommy, through your belly button!"

Ok, so she knows more about the physics of what is going on than I thought, but is also, thankfully, still very naive about certain details. Which of course reinforces our decision that her being at the birth would be more of a scary moment for her, than a "beautiful experience" to share.

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Oh, and if one more person suggests to me that Castor Oil is the way to go, or that I look (bigger/smaller) than they think I should at this time, I am going to run screaming through the streets.

Except I can't run anymore. So I will just look at them wierdly.