Rosemary smiles as she places the stitching down on the coffee table. “Do you want to see the ultrasound pictures? He kinda looks like lasagna right now, but I still adore him.”
“Sure, I’ll check out the ultrasounds. Hah – isn’t that how it usually starts – not looking anything much like a human. But growing over time.” Ah the miracles of pregnancy still kind of intrigued Saima in a way.
“What do you think?” Rosemary smiles as she shows off her cross-stitching. In the center is a picture of a basil with the name Timothy Basil Fox above it. “It’s for the baby. Did I tell you? We’re having a boy.”
Saima studies Rosemary’s handiwork, nodding as they are impressed by the creation. “Nice work. It’s really well-done. Oh, a boy huh? Well, that should be fun, congratulations.”
“She really has the cutest smile.” Chirps the mother as she peppers her daughter’s face with kisses. Dahlia then starts to squeal, and hug her mother’s neck. “I think she is worried that she won’t be the baby of the house anymore…but she’ll always be my baby no matter what.”
Such a sight of affection between mother and daughter makes Saima smile. “Ah, that’s a pretty common worry. But she’s always going to be your baby – such is the nature of kids. No matter what happens, often mothers will always regard them as their sweet precious kids.”
“Well of course. That’s why she gets away with everything she does.” Muses the dream as she nuzzles her face into her daughter’s hand. In response, she starts to giggle. “Oh, there’s a smile! It suits her much more than a frown, no?”
“Such is the charm of children, no?” It was amusing how the endearing behavior of kids could often allow many to be swayed from previously bad acts. At least in terms of minor tantrums and whatnot.
“Yeah, I guess so. I just hope she feels better about it in the next few months.” As she says this, she smiles at her daughter. In response the toddler reaches out and places a hand on her cheek. “Thank you sweetie.”
“That’s very real. I hope that she does as well.” Saima still can’t help but smile a bit when they witness Dahlia placing a hand on Rosemary’s cheek. “Still very precious though, nonetheless.”
Gently, she covers her daughter’s ears so she can speak more freely about the situation without upsetting Dahlia. “She told me that she specifically doesn’t want a brother. I have no clue why…I’ve been reading her books about becoming a big sister but she isn’t having any of it.”
Saima listens carefully to what Rosemary says, only finding more sympathy for the situation. “Huh. That’s very strange – sorry to hear that. I guess it’s one of those things you can’t really continue to push on her when she’s not feeling it.”
Rosemary sighs as she continues to rub her daughter’s back. “I think she is acting out because of the B-A-B-Y.” She spells it out, since just mentioning the word distresses Dahlia.
A nod of understanding. “Oh dear, yeah I can imagine how she would be having a hard time.” It’s enough to wonder how the young girl is going to get through the rest of the time before the baby is born.
“Uh well, not really. Whenever I talk to her about it she gets upset but I’m sure it’ll be fine once the baby is born. Ari wasn’t thrilled when I was pregnant with Dahlia, but once she was born he was really happy. I’m hoping Dahlia will have the same change of heart.”
“I see. I can understand how that’d be difficult – a lot of change to deal with. But at least it seems to trend towards getting better once the baby is born.”
Rosemary’s smile grows as she rests a hand on her growing stomach. “It really does. It feels like I was just pregnant with Dahlia…and now she is two and a half, and going to be a big sister very soon!”
“I guess there’s something quite fascinating about how much a family can grow in such a short amount of time. Is Dahlia up for being a big sister?” It’s always interesting to hear about how children react to a new member of the family.
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