Baby...?
This whole birth thing has the urgency and excitement of a literal walk in the park. I'm looking forward to it, but I won't be all too upset if I miss it. It feels really weird to say that, though. It's almost like I'm not excited enough.
It comes down to my sense of time and space. That is to say, I don't have much of one. I know, intellectually, what's coming, but have no actual concept for the difference between life before and after. Since I have never lived with an infant there is, again, a lack of conceptual framework for me to build the anticipation upon.
Yes, I'm looking forward to this and I'm aware of the complications and changes coming on an intellectual level. I just can't seem to muster the feelings other women appear to have when expecting their first child. It almost makes me wonder what I'm missing...
Then again... I don't have the panic I've seen in others, despite the anxiety disorder. Hey, maybe this is my way of dealing with something I can't postpone or avoid: just don't know it's there. Hmph; I'm weird. *sigh*
Signed, *paw-print* the Fitz