Nearly 5 1/2 years ago while I was making my bed one morning Madeline walked into my room and happily announced that she was going to be a big sister. It was a really odd moment. I explained to Madeline that she really didn't know that and that I would certainly know before she would. She insisted that I was having a baby and that it was her little sister. Eerily, she turned out to be right about the pregnancy, and five months later we found out she was also right about the gender. It's one of those memories that sticks out as being a little surreal. At the time, Madeline was just a little over three years old and she was not aware that we were trying to grow our family.
Let's fast forward to today. I'm in Target shopping with Ellie and out of nowhere she tells me in a very matter-of-fact tone she's going to have a little brother. Umm...I'm not pregnant as far as I know. I asked her if she meant to say that she wanted a little brother. She simply responded that she was going to have a baby brother and that she was going to get to help take care of him. The conversation and scenario seemed a little too close to previous events on this subject.
If she's right, which I find highly unlikely and incredibly disconcerting, I'm going to be beyond surprised. We're not currently in the market for a new human. I'm still trying to decide if I want to hop into the insanity of having three kids. It's a decision on which I'm happy to procrastinate.
I think it's safe to assume that I'll be obsessively worrying pondering this statement, which Ellie has refused to retract, for the duration of the week.