The Rabbit is Dead…

For those of you who are young and spoiled by the immediacy of our modern life and the timely comfort of the home pregnancy test, the rabbit is dead is code for I’M PREGNANT!!  That’s right, me, Isabella.  I told the sisters last week and promised a post, but I have been too busy sleeping and eating. 

And as awesome as the whole thing really is, I still have a hard time believing it for myself.  My sweet 5 year old daughter was very sad when we first told her, but in a five minute swing of emotions, she was soon crying happy tears.  And apparently it is still hard for her to believe as well.  She is constantly asking me if I’m sure I’m going to have a baby. 

“Mommy, are you positive that there is a tiny baby in your tummy?”

“Yes sweetie.  I’m positive.”

“How do you know?”  She asked with a snarky grin. 

“Well, because I took a test.”

“What kind of test?  Were there a lot of questions?”

“No honey, it’s a special kind of test that looks like a plastic stick and I peed on it, and it said I was pregnant.”   And after I said it, my crystal ball came into focus and I saw her sharing that with absolutely everyone. 

Which she has.

She even told the new cashier at Fry’s yesterday.  I knew that the cashier was new as she was wearing a large ribbon thanking me for my patience because she was new.    After my sweetie shared the peeing on a stick news with the new cashier, the cashier looked at her with a beaming grin and said…

“I have heard about those kinds of tests!  When I was having babies, the doctor would do a test that would kill a rabbit then we would know we were having a baby!  Congratulations!” 

Ooooh nooo.  My daughter, the aspiring animal advocate, the would be rescuer of every nearly-exticnt animal species all over the globe, did not even have a response.  She looked at me with her little mouth open in shock.  I gave a warning glare to the cashier.   She picked up on the daggers shooting from my eyes and looked at my daughter’s disbelief and in a stuttering attempt to fix the horror said…

“Oh honey, I didn’t mean real rabbits.  That is just what we called the test back then.  Thank you for shopping at Fry’s!  You saved $7.46 today!” 

Now really.  Can’t they just stick to the script? 

“Are you finding everything ok?  I can help you on aisle 5!  Did you find everything today?  Would you like to buy some stamps or ice?  Is there anything you weren’t able to find?  Have a nice day ma’am!”

And when little girls come in and say crazy things, I would like it if they would just nod and smile. 

Please.