I have been bursting (both literally and metaphorically) with ‘good news’ for a while and now it’s finally time to spill the beans. We are expecting a sibling for Ayaan in about six months from now. :)
I waited because I wanted the first trimester to get over before I made a big, public announcement. I also felt it was only fair that I break the news to Ayaan (who’s life will be the most impacted by this) before I leak it to the WWW.
So, I had ‘The Talk’ with Ayaan last weekend and it did not go quite as I had imagined it would in my head… The broad transcript of our chat is replicated below (we actually spoke mostly in Hindi but I have translated it because it's too long for me to do a Hindi version and then an Enhlish translation):
Me:Hey, Ayaan. You remember we went to Veer's house for dinner – you remember, Veer has a baby brother called Raghav?
Me: And Nayantara has a baby brother, Aditya. And Joshua has a baby sister, Caitlyn
Me: What about us? Do you think we should get a baby brother/ sister?
Ayaan: Yes, let's!
*twenty second pause in conversation, while I wonder what to say next and Ayaan beats me to it*
Ayaan: Shall we go and get the baby now?
Me: No sweetie. First the baby has to grow in Mama's stomach.
Ayaan: Can't we go get a baby from someone else’s house?
Me: No baby. That would be their baby. Mama has to make our baby in her stomach.
Ayaan: But how will the baby come out of Mama's stomach?
Me: Mama's doctor will take it out.
Ayaan: How will the doctor take it out?
Me: By cutting Mama's stomach.
Ayaan: How will the doctor cut Mama's stomach? With a knife or with scissors?
Me: With a knife...
Ayaan: Then what will the doctor do with the hole in your stomach?
Me: The doctor will stitch it up.
Ayaan: With what?
Me: With a needle and thread.
Ayaan: Can't he use cellotape to stick it?
Me: Er… ok!!! Time to talk about something else...
I got the distinct feeling he was more excited about the cutting business than the baby itself!!! Later conversations over the past week (initiated by him) have only confirmed this suspicion of mine:
Ayaan to Jai: When will the doctor cut Mama's stomach and take out the baby?
Ayaan to Me: (making a chopping motion on my arm) I will cut your arm and then the doctor will have to stitch it back with a needle and thread.
Mentions of the baby, on the other hand, have been scarce.