I've really wanted to take Noah to one one my OB appointments. I thought it would be fun for him to hear the heartbeats or see the babies on the ultrasound machine. We didn't take him at the beginning of the pregnancy because we felt it was too early and still to abstract of a concept for him. Plus there was a lot that could have gone wrong and we didn't want to have an uncomfortable conversation later on.
As the pregnancy progressed, between work and his camp schedule things just never worked out.
So I resolved myself that I would bring him with me to see the OB this coming Monday. I've been talking about how he can meet my doctor, ask questions, hear/see the babies, etc. So yesterday I said to Noah, "Are you excited to go to the doctor with mommy and see the babies."
His response? "I would rather go swimming instead."
There you have it. Swimming trumps babies. I'm so glad to that I've sacrificed my body to give the kid siblings. What's he going to say when they're born? I'd rather be at Peter Piper Pizza?
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