Walking to the kitchen after my shower, I find Hamilton has Liberty in her chair while he fixes breakfast.

“We will need to help Mommy,” he says to our daughter as he shuts the fridge door. “She must take naps with you--”

“Um…” I interrupt. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself. Naps are when I’m as big as a whale.”

Liberty looks to me, confused.

“As the baby gets bigger in Mommy’s tummy, my belly will get big,” I ...