"The moment came we were probably both subconsciously worrying about - G cried because she didn't have a daddy."
Ah man, the moment came we were probably both subconsciously worrying about - G cried because she didn't have a daddy. It was heartbreaking. It was literally a few minutes after I'd opened my eyes and I thought, my word I'm not ready for this conversation right now. Anyway I went about explaining that her best friend does have a daddy but he also only has one mummy where G has two mummies and that's ok too. I don't think she understood it but she was ok. By the time I got her to nursery she was upset again and I told them why. They offered to go through the "our story" book we have, which is all about how families are different and how her family is made that morning so I could follow it up in the evening. (That is why the girls nursery is awesome because they genuinely care and work with you as parents to support your children's development including the emotional side). When I picked her up from nursery she wasn't interested in family stuff she just wanted her toast with ham. Ah right so that quick she was over it?? She has the attention of her Mammy (L)!!
But she has brought it up loads since just questioning about a daddy and who has daddies and she has started saying she has two mummies and also naming everyone in our family (including the new baby which tipped my hormone level right over to tear level).
So it's been a big discussion point in our house and with my friends but I've rationalised it and taken the adult element away from it. She doesn't actually know what a daddy is. To her it's just a word her friends use and she knows it's something she doesn't have so it could just as easy be a brother or a dog. She has no emotional tie to a daddy it's just us worrying too much and overthinking it. Her nursery teacher said exactly the same so it made me feel heaps better. She knows her stuff.
Now all G is bothered about is watermelon and taking her minions lunch bag to nursery. Today when she brought up a daddy I said, "You don't have one just like a doggy and her little eyes lit up and said, "Doggy, doggy!" Erm no, you're not getting one of those either they'd both make way too much mess. Mind, after today and all the questions G has been asking "Mummy" about all of her surroundings, and when I say all I literally mean from the gear box in my car to the nipples on my body, I've decided to change my name - to Daddy! Then I might get some peace.
Last week we had our nine week scan at the clinic which was also our last appointment at the clinic EVER! That's our three babies made and that's definitely it.
We got to see little Bryo who is now a whopping 2.7 cm long. So super tiny. But so relieved to see something which now resembles a baby. And it was so active. Which concurs what the acupuncturist said to me when they said the baby is very yang. Supposedly that means warm and full of energy so I think we have got ourselves another Ducklips. Basically it's all or nothing with her. There is no in between, no downtime and no reasoning. But it's great to have girls like this with loads of energy.
We've totally splashed out and invested in a new high chair so at least the third born won't have all hand-me-downs. We won't be buying them much else, probably just some clothes once we know what colour it is. Only 29 weeks until we find out.
A lad at work told me I looked like shit. If you ever want someone's honest opinion and you don't want to sugarcoat it or fluff it, then ask a firefighter. No messing around there. So I've taken some more time to rest and gone for an almighty chop on the hair to at least make me feel a bit better and more human. So far it seems to have done the trick. None of the lads at work noticed the haircut though!
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