“Hi! Yes, I know, my belly is really big. No, I am not about to pop, although it may look like that. Nope, it is not twins, I am certain. Yes, we know what we are having – its our fourth boy!” “Four boys, yep – “Oh boy” is right!”… and that is approximately how every conversation with complete strangers goes these days.
The general public’s reaction to our growing family is, by a majority vote: “Four boys?! Oh Boy!”. The comment is followed by a look that screams “remind me never to invite this family over for a dinner party. Their house must be wild”, and then we part ways…
I am what you would call a big and happy pregnant woman. I know from experience that I gain A LOT of weight, due in part to my incurable Starbucks habit, but also fluid retention from living in our subtropical climate. The weight gain seems to bother others MUCH more than it bothers me – or the baby. The comments I get from strangers and friends alike are not for the faint of heart – but seeing how this is my fourth and (probably) final pregnancy I have learned to have a few quick-witted one liners ready in retaliation for the insensitive comments.
[bctt tweet=”Little known reasons to have large #family – from a mother of four boys! #FourBoysOhBoy #Motherhood”]
It should also be said that we do not have babies in our family. We give birth to viking-sized toddlers, which also explains the basketball belly and the equally as large counter-balance in the rear! Jacob weighed 9lbs 1oz, Jordan topped him at 9lbs 7oz and then there was Jansen – our little record and scale breaker, weighing in at 11lbs 5oz. Baby Jonah is estimated to weigh less than Jansen, but probably more than his two oldest brothers.
Apparently, once you break the mold of the average American family and venture into the three and even four children family size, you are looked upon as something out of this world. Generally people jump to the conclusion that you and your spouse are either certifiably insane, you have never heard of birth control or there must be a religious reason for the unstoppable quest to populate the world.
In our case, none of those reasons apply. It must be love then – love for chaos, love for sleepless nights, love for loud noises, love for waking up with diapers or feet in our face, love for the bear cub-like wrestling matches, love for Lego imprints on the soles of our feet as we dodge the little pieces of plastic scattered all over our floors, love for each other and being a self-contained family unit!
Next time I will share some of my real-life, yet unbelievable conversations with strangers and coworkers – all focused on my growing belly.