if you’re not fond of TooMuchInformation you may not want to read this. i’m warnin’ ya.
okay, first off, seeing as how, i’ve still only had 5 periods in the last 7 years and my last one was approximately 4 years ago – periods are an unknown phenomenon in our household.
but with a one year old, i’m aware that it is looming once again in the not too far off future (unless, of course, we have another baby that comes before that happens – like the last one!) so in preparation for this, i decided it was time to buy a pack of, ahem, well, you know. and if you’ve read my 100 things then you know exactly what i was buying. i warned ya. so, as i nonchalantly tossed them into the buggy in target my oldest son said, (and i kid you not) “why are you buying pullups for you?” uh, um. after stumbling around verbally for a minute i tried to briefly explain the reproductive process. to a 6 year old. in target. yeah. it went as well as you would expect.
skip forward a week.
while studying some animal we came across the word gestation. and… explain i did.
skip forward a couple of days.
while visiting with a divorced friend of ours last night they asked where his girls were and why they couldn’t play with them. i explained that they were at their mama’s house. oh, the many questions that followed about “TWO houses?!” “why don’t we have 2 houses?” “what’s divorce?” “will you and mama get a deeborse?”
no more questions, i say. no more. my mother-in-all says she’d never heard the word “pregnant” before she was a teenager.
i say..give me those days any day.
