A Little More Math...

1+1=3 ????

Doesn't seem to add up, does it? But that's what is happening in my house!

No, this post is not about Montessori math, just to give you the heads up now. If you want information about Montessori mathematics, pick one of the following:

• Montessori Mathematics: The Complete Bead Material - Part 1
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• Homeschooling Frustrations
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There, that's out of the way. Now to explain my brilliant mathematical equation:

1 pregnancy + 1 pregnancy =

3 children!!!

At least, that's what they tell me! Evidently I'm having twins - two boys to be more specific. This explains a few things, like why I threw up so much during my first trimester when last time I never threw up - I only felt nauseated. Also, I started having nasty ligament pain ridiculously early in the pregnancy. And once I began to feel movement, I noticed that the "baby" seemed to be kicking either very low or very high, not often in the middle. I just figured that he really got around. But as for my size, it never gave the secret away!

You see, when I was pregnant for Ella, I popped BIG and I popped EARLY. At three months I barely looked pregnant, but by four months people were stopping me and making comments such as, "You must be due any day now!" When they found out I had five months to go, they would say, "Oh! You must be having twins!" Not the sort of thing that improves self-esteem.

Once I got that big, however, I pretty much maintained my girth until around 8 months, after which I put on a bit more weight until giving birth, and then promptly lost it all within 3 weeks. I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but the pre-pregnancy shape was a bit more elusive!

So, on the rare occasion that people commented, "Oh, you're big for only __ weeks!" I'd laugh and explain that I was positively tiny compared to my last pregnancy. In fact, I was rather pleased at the difference.

Well, that difference won't last much longer! Both boys have their own placentas and amniotic sacs, which is very good. And they're both at the weight and height that any normal 20 week-old would be at, so I've got two full-size fellows on the way. (This is not unusual for multiples - they tend to have normal measurements right up until nearing the end of the pregnancy when they often arrive a bit earlier, and lighter, than many other babies). No wonder my ligament pain began early - they're holding up twice the weight they normally should be!

The really marvelous part is that this pregnancy has been absolutely fantastic compared to pregnancy with Ella. Ligament pain and vomiting notwithstanding, I've felt great physically, and, even more important, I've felt great emotionally.

Though postpartum depression has been getting a lot of press lately, finally helping to normalize the illness, antenatal depression is still virtually unheard of. Essentially I was suicidal for my first trimester with Ella. Thank heavens when the second trimester came along I got all better - almost as if someone had flipped a switch. I was very lucky not to end up with postpartum depression as well.

My case had been so severe for that one trimester, though, we had a few doctors strongly advise us not to have any more children. But, at least as far as this pregnancy goes, our worries were all for naught. Of course, I'm being closely monitored by my Mum and Derek to make sure my hormones don't start to take me in that direction, and they will continue to watch me closely through the postpartum months.

So, if posts become more sporadic over the next few months, you'll know why: I'm madly working both on Montessori materials (I want to get as much finished as possible before the boys arrive) and on preparing for two babies' imminent arrival! And if, perchance, the boys arrive early, I'll probably "disappear" for a while. Don't worry, though, I'll be back!

Sex Ed.

Got your attention, huh?

So, sex ed. isn't something that is covered in any of the Montessori curricula that I've ever seen. But we're starting zoology soon, so that may change! And honestly, there is probably little need for most parents to even consider the question of sex education until their child is a fair bit older. Typically kids don't register things like that until they're 9 or 10. Then again, I speak as a child of the 70's and 80's - nowadays you can barely get away from overt sexuality unless you join a convent, and even then!!! Advertisements, tv shows, magazines, even cartoons, for heaven's sake, are suggestive. I didn't want to be caught unawares, and I was prepared, even before Ella was born, to have a handy, simple answer when the question "Where do babies come from?"

You see, I really don't want to lie to my child, and I don't want her to ever go through the terror that my grandmother did when, at the age of 13, she believed that all her internal organs were beginning to fall out. Her mother hadn't bothered to tell her about menstruation.

My mother feels similarly to me, which is why I've never felt really embarrassed about sexuality and rather considered it pretty normal and natural. It never became a "big deal," at least not in the sense that it does to most hormone-driven teenagers.

I really wanted the same for my children. I didn't want them to be weirded out by their own bodies, or by the bodies of others, and I didn't want them to perceive the world as a place where sexuality was more important than the person, even though it does make up a part of each one of us. Basically, I want my children to know the facts, to treat them as facts, and to preserve their innocence until they are really ready to understand more.

Most people, when they hear a statement such as "preserve their innocence" would assume that means "preserve their ignorance," but often the opposite is true. If someone is familiar with something, then the deep curiosity and the rush that comes from it being taboo can't exist. And let's face it, procreation is something that inspires a lot of curiosity in all kids, and if that curiosity isn't met with age-appropriate explanation then curiosity will become experimentation.

I cannot express how surprised I was when Ella, who at the time was all of 2 1/2 years old, asked me how babies were made. No, at 2 1/2 she didn't phrase it that way! We had been with family visiting, and as usual, the men gravitated towards the kitchen and the women to the living room. Among the women was a cousin who was soon to give birth, so of course much of the conversation revolved around pregnancy and babies. Ella must have been listening closely!

About two nights later, while laying in bed snuggling, Ella asked, "Mummy, dere is a baby in cousin's belly?"

"Yes," I said, "Cousin is going to have a baby, and right now the baby is inside her growing."

Her face twisted up, considering this, and then she followed up by asking, "Mummy, how de baby get in cousin's belly? How de baby get out of cousin's belly?"

As I said before, I was ready for this, though I had never thought that I would need to be so soon! I told Ella I'd be right back and I grabbed the book, Where Willy Went: The Big Story of a Little Sperm by Nicholas Allan.

This book is written on two levels. The first level constitutes a very gentle and simple retelling of the facts of life. All the sperm are anthropomorphized, having characters, attitudes, and aspirations. Of course the greatest aspiration is to win the "great swimming race" and winning the grand prize: the egg.

Visually, it is anatomically correct without getting too graphic (although I suppose that depends on what you consider to be "graphic"), and it does get the general idea across without getting into the "nitty gritty." Outside of "sperm" and "egg" you won't see any other technical terms (penis, testicles, vagina, uterus/womb, etc.), leaving exactly how much to explain entirely up to the parent.

The same is true when the "great race" occurs. There are anatomically correct "maps" given to the racers, but as you "watch" the race all you see is the interior corridors, not how they're all connected. As for that is it carefully "slipped over" as the adult protagonists (Mr. and Mrs. Brown) are only shown in bed, completely and totally covered with blankets. What exactly happens beneath those blankets is up to the imagination.

The same is true yet again when it comes to the birth. Mrs. Brown gracefully goes from greatly pregnant to holding a baby in her arms in the hospital without reference to any pushing, stretching, or pain. So again, it's up to the parent to decide how much they want to explain to their child.

The second level upon which this book is written is an humourous, tongue-in-cheek perspective for adults. This is both a wonderful addition and a bit of a distraction. It can be tough to explain to a young child what is so funny when, buried beneath blankets during the great race, Mrs. Brown cries out, "Come on, Willy!"

Ella's reaction, at 2 1/2, after I had finished reading (and explaining some parts) was priceless: "Mummy, dat is amazing!" When I went on to draw the parallel that if you replaced Mr. Brown with Daddy and Mrs. Brown with Mummy then the baby would be Ella, she wasn't as impressed. "Oh no!" she said, slowly and seriously. Then added, a bit more adamantly, "No, no, no, no, no!" So we just left it at that!

Now that I'm expecting, Ella's had a renewed interest in reproductive health. And because we've done some anatomy in school, she also wants to know the names of parts and how they work.

Part of teaching such things is also remembering to teach when talking about such things is appropriate. It is not appropriate to tell one of the deacons, "Boys have a penis and girls have a vulva!" Nor is it appropriate to explain to your grandfather the way the placenta and umbilical cord work to deliver food, blood, and oxygen to the baby in the midst of dinner. On the other hand, it is okay to say, while helping me change a baby's diaper, "Mummy you missed wiping up some poop behind his testicles." Take my advice - don't forget to add this aspect to sex education, because if you don't, you'll end up embarrassed!

One other book we used a lot for reproductive education (in this case human gestation - though I didn't use those terms with Ella) was Peter Tallack's In the Womb: Witness the Journey from Conception to Birth through Astonishing 3D Images. I found this at our local library and Ella was fascinated by all the pictures. I'd simplify the explanations so she could understand, more or less, what she was looking at. She loved it so much that she took it to her grandparents, showed them the pictures and explained to them what the photos were!