We decided it was time to tell Zachary about the baby. We had waited, figuring that a transcontinental move was enough for him to worry about, without the additional stress of an impending third child. However, when one of his new classmates arrived for a playdate, his mother informed me that her son had told her, “Zach’s mommy has a baby in her belly.” We sort of figured it was best for him to hear it from us, rather than around the preschool water cooler.
Zach was thrilled at the prospect of another sibling. We told Benjamin, too, but it was hard to tell whether he was excited over the baby I am hauling around or the baby stegosaurus bath toy.
The next day, I was on the phone with a friend in Boston, and Zach was feeling chatty, so he took a turn on the phone. “There’s a sister in my mommy’s belly,” he announced. Now, I have long suspected this one is a girl, but I do not yet have any medical evidence to support my conclusion, and it is five more weeks before the ultrasound where the baby gets a chance to flash us all.
“It could be a boy,” I told him.
“No,” he told my friend. “We already have two brothers and one daddy and one grandpa. We don’t have a lot of ladies around here.”
And so it has been. Everyone he cares to discuss my delicate condition with is informed that he is getting a sister because we already have enough brothers. Stay tuned for May 20 to see whether we will need to have yet another difficult conversation with him.