Three year olds are a nosey bunch aren't they?
I explained to him that mommy and daddy made him and he grew in my tummy until he was big enough to come out.
I figure that the nightmare of figuring out it involves a penis and a vagina can be saved for a later date.
Much later. Like never. Or whenever his dad feels it necessary to share that information with him. Because a) dad's should talk to boys about their equipment and how it works and b) it will be hilarious to watch Dave have that talk.
Then he asked me how I got his bones inside my tummy.
Uh. Well, you were really tiny and you grew them?
Where the hell do these kids come up with these questions and why do I feel like I have to be a scientist to figure out the answers?
So we pulled out the online album of when I was pregnant and had him. I showed him the 3d ultrasound pics where he looked a little like himself and less like a blob. He asked me if that was the food in my belly. Um, no. That's your face, see?
I showed him pictures of me when I was pregnant. Let me tell you, I was not 'cute pregnant' I looked like death warmed over. I am pretty sure I have mentally blocked that out to protect myself as a coping mechanism. Which totally sucks because
Maybe this infertility thing is really the universe saying, "dude, you are not a pretty pregnant and if you have a girl, YOU'RE going to be the one explaining the whole penis/vagina thing, so let's just skip that, ok?"