Yes, I know it's been six years *gasp* since I was last pregnant. (Or so you think.)
Yes, I know that is a long time.
Yes, I know that it might be a little insane. But it might not.
No, we didn't use any infertility drugs.
Yes, we were happy with just one child.
No, this wasn't an accident.
Yes, I do think Sam will be a great helper.
But, no, I'm not naive enough to believe there also won't be adjustment issues.
Yes, I'm excited I'm having a girl. No, I don't think that makes my family perfect. I would have been excited to be having another boy too.
Yes, I really am x months pregnant. Yes, I'm well aware you and everyone else don't think I look that pregnant. Yes, I'm sure there really is a baby in there, and believe it or not, she's measuring right where she should be. I'm not sure what else you want me to say about that.
No, I'm not quite "ready". I will never be 100% ready.
No, I'm not anxious for this to all be over. No, I'm not currently planning to request an induction. I'm quite happy waiting until things happen on their own. The whole thing has gone by way too quickly for my liking.
Yes, I plan on getting an epidural. No, I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
Yes, I do know what my plans are for feeding my infant, but I'm not sure why it's any of your business.
And no, I won't feel guilty if things don't work out quite how I hope.
Yes, we have a name picked out. And I'll probably even tell you what it is if you ask nicely. But my husband most likely won't. And we could still change our minds.
And yes, you'll definitely be the first person I call when I go into labor. (This one might be a lie. But I promise the others aren't)