Michael's Baby

Last month at my appointment with my midwife she measured my stomach.  Michael looked at the measuring tape in wonder.  So much so that my midwife gave Michael a measuring tape of his own (which surprisingly just broke a couple of days ago, I've been waiting for that thing to get broken for weeks now)  Michael instantly started measuring his belly.

At this point Michael made a mental connection, he must be having a baby too.

Ever since then he has been showing us his baby.  He lifts up his shirt when we ask where his baby is.  When I had my ultrasound he lifted up his shirt the whole time waiting for his baby to be looked at.  It's all cute and funny.

The only problem is I can't get him to show his baby for a picture.  This is me trying to force him to do it.  He wasn't very happy afterwards.  

Until he broke that measuring tape he would pull it out and measure my stomach, then he would put it against his stomach.  Every day I would say "your baby is 4 inches!"  He would smile, giggle, and run away with his measuring tape.  Then I'd find him trying to measure Elli's head, legs, arms, stomach, butt, you name it.  Elli wasn't fond of it, and I don't blame her.  I wonder if he will have a very rude awakening in a few months when I have a baby and he doesn't.