Fast forward to this afternoon. We were cuddling on the couch. Big E was laying on me and watching his new, must see show, Little Einsteins. His ear was aligned with my stomach.
WHAT'S THAT SOUND?
He sat up and looked at my belly with interest.
I smiled at Big E.
I'M DIGESTING MY LUNCH. WHAT YOU HEAR IS MY STOMACH WORKING THROUGH MY SANDWICH AND BAKED LAYS.
That answer was not satisfactory for him.
NO IT'S NOT! IT'S YOUR BABY!
Now, I busted out laughing. I quickly pointed out that there was no baby in my belly.
WELL, THEN WHAT IS THAT ROUND THING?
Oy. Kill me now.
IT IS CALLED FAT AND SOME STRETCHED OUT SKIN THAT IS PERMANENTLY DESTROYED FROM GROWING AND BIRTHING YOU AND LITTLE E!
That should have been the end of our painful discussion.
NO, IT'S A BABY! IT'S ROUND! IT'S MY BABY BROTHER! (He assumed it would be another boy, of course)
I, again, tried to convince him otherwise, but he was adamant about it being a baby.
FINE, BIG E, IT'S A BABY. (A Jason's Deli baby)
I was desperate for some peace and I was so enjoying our snuggle time up until this conversation popped up.
His eyes glowed with excitement. He was satisfied with that answer.
I'm sure he will begin telling everyone we come across that I have a baby in my belly. That will make for some super awesome, awkward moments.
I'm off to do 500 stomach crunches and then some internet research on tummy tucks.
Good night, readers!
I probably just need to wear these. Every waking minute of the rest of my life.
This is not the first time some one has mistaken me for pregnant, only the first time my own child has.
For my embarrassing party encounter, click here.
For my embarrassing Synagogue encounter, click here.