Conrad and I had the sweetest conversation the other day. I told him a few things I'd like for my birthday, and he started making a list on his computer. Since my birthday's all the way in August, I jokingly suggested he could give these things to me for Mother's Day, if he wanted.
He smiled big and asked when Mother's Day was.
Next month, I said. May.
His smile faded and he said, "Oh, we can't really celebrate Mother's Day yet."
Being a present lover, I had to argue. Also, because I genuinely believe this:
"We're parents now. Just because we aren't taking care of him on the outside of my body doesn't mean we don't have a child. He's with us. If we all died, there would be three of us in heaven. It would never go back to being just the two of us."
His smile came back and he said, "I guess you're right!"
What started as a silly conversation about presents ended up being a sweet moment where we both accepted that our little boy is already in our family, and he is already our son. We love you and can't wait to meet you!
Although I feel like you are always awake, so let's work on that, OK?