My parents probably feel a little guilty that I'm not going to be an only child anymore. They realize that I will have to share their attention with a sibling, and so they are laying it on thick now. Of course, I'll be fine. Kids like me have accepted siblings into their lives for thousands of years. But parents still feel guilty.
There is evidence of this. I'm not just making it up.
I ran down the driveway to help mommy get the mail, tripped, fell flat on my face, and got a small scratch on my belly. I was fine. But I cried a little bit, and Mommy felt so bad that she gave me a lollipop. I managed to hurt myself at least two more times tonight (but neither resulted in any further rewards, she must not feel THAT guilty).
So then I had a new target. Daddy. I threw a pretty epic tantrum at bedtime. Mommy snuggled with me on my bed until I calmed down, and when I was finished with snuggles I looked her straight in the eye and said "bring lots of books for me and Daddy." I found Daddy in his bed; he tucked me in on Mommy's side and we read books. There I remain at this exact moment: sound asleep on Mommy's side of the big bed.
SO SPOILED!
From Mommy:
So, I guess we might feel a little guilty. It's no secret that I am READY to have this baby out, but with each night that passes I can't help but wonder if it is going to be the last night with just our sweet little boy.
And so he's getting the royal treatment.