So I'm a Stranger
I haven't posted in forever. Not because of a lack of happening in my life, but really, a little too much happening in my life. As I said in the previous entry, (which was LAST YEAR for I am a lazy h0r) that ride started in September when I found out I was pregnant, we were elated--we've been trying forever--we actually quit trying and were taking a break before pursuing adoption. Then I had a miscarriage. Then I found out I was pregnant again. Then my grammy ended up in the hospitial and work was crazy. And the holidays happened. And I tried to catch my breath in January, but work increased the speed on the crazy train, Grammy died, I'm still pregnant, and he's a boy.
And as much as I'd like to keep up with all sorts of my usual fun stuff--I have to get a room ready for a new person, get him furnture and clothes and things, which is far harder than I thought it would be because most baby stuff is TOO PRECIOUS for the likes of me. (It's actually been documented several times over that babies respond better/can see brighter colors yet most baby stores still look like the Easter Bunny puked.) And I don't know how interesting anyone would find my rant about maternity clothes, although I suppose since I am not stuck with the shirts with the giant bow on front or the arrow pointing to my belly proclaiming "Baby!," I should thank god and Old Navy I can still dress somewhat normally. And I'm sure you'd be spellbound by my rant about showers (of any kind--I only had a wedding one because it was a surprise.) And I can see how you'd all be on the edge of your seat for my "Gas or Baby Kicks" series. And the tale of "White Coat Syndrome: Why I Must Test My Blood Pressure at the Eckerds with the Blue Hairs to Show It Really is Just an Unnatural Fear of All Things Medical" is truly epic.
In other words, I fear I'm turning into a Mommy. A cranky Mommy that finds the fetishizing of pregnancy and babies in our culture a bit weird, but a Mommy nonetheless. ETA: I should probably try to clarify what I mean--it's how being pregnant/having an infant makes you public property in a way--Where complete strangers become "Keepers of the Fetus/Infant" loudly passing judgment on a pregnant woman/mother's actions, etc. based on a soundbyte they heard on "The Today Show" to the people who feel free to touch you/touch or hold the baby/ask incredibly personal questions/tell you truly terrifying stories unsolicited or my personal favorite--tell you something's wrong with your child.
And as much as I'd like to keep up with all sorts of my usual fun stuff--I have to get a room ready for a new person, get him furnture and clothes and things, which is far harder than I thought it would be because most baby stuff is TOO PRECIOUS for the likes of me. (It's actually been documented several times over that babies respond better/can see brighter colors yet most baby stores still look like the Easter Bunny puked.) And I don't know how interesting anyone would find my rant about maternity clothes, although I suppose since I am not stuck with the shirts with the giant bow on front or the arrow pointing to my belly proclaiming "Baby!," I should thank god and Old Navy I can still dress somewhat normally. And I'm sure you'd be spellbound by my rant about showers (of any kind--I only had a wedding one because it was a surprise.) And I can see how you'd all be on the edge of your seat for my "Gas or Baby Kicks" series. And the tale of "White Coat Syndrome: Why I Must Test My Blood Pressure at the Eckerds with the Blue Hairs to Show It Really is Just an Unnatural Fear of All Things Medical" is truly epic.
In other words, I fear I'm turning into a Mommy. A cranky Mommy that finds the fetishizing of pregnancy and babies in our culture a bit weird, but a Mommy nonetheless. ETA: I should probably try to clarify what I mean--it's how being pregnant/having an infant makes you public property in a way--Where complete strangers become "Keepers of the Fetus/Infant" loudly passing judgment on a pregnant woman/mother's actions, etc. based on a soundbyte they heard on "The Today Show" to the people who feel free to touch you/touch or hold the baby/ask incredibly personal questions/tell you truly terrifying stories unsolicited or my personal favorite--tell you something's wrong with your child.