Saturday, December 13, 2008
With the impending arrival of a third little person in our family, I joined a "due date club" as I have with my previous pregnancies. As I check in from day to day, it's becoming increasingly obvious to me that I really need to just stay away from those places this time around.
This is my third baby, so there's really nothing I have questions about or that is the "unknown." And there is only so much I can read from the clueless first time mommies before I can no longer sit on my hands to keep from typing, "Yes, lunch meat is going to make your baby grow five legs" or "Don't take a hot shower unless you want your uterus to spontaneously combust" or "You can totally feel your grape-size baby wiggling around already!" And my personal favorite, "Ew, GROSS, how dare someone offer you hand-me-downs for your precious little angel who only deserves top of the line designer duds?? How dare they touch your belly without getting PERMISSION???"
Seriously, I don't mean to be snarky. I was there once too. I remember being so incredibly neurotic during my pregnancy with Sawyer. It was insane. I was addicted to those mommy boards and felt the need to run and gab about every twinge, craving and doctor's appointment. And when he was born - holy cats on a cracker. I was the most over-protective and bitchy mom ever. I was the only one who was good enough for my baby and anyone even breathing in his general direction was a cause for concern.
The second time around, I did somewhat better and was more laid back. I still tended to get uppity about certain things though, and allowed myself to get involved in tiffs over breastfeeding or circumcision a little too often. Not quite out of the know-it-all phase of motherhood, I'm embarrassed to say.
This time, I am the most carefree I have ever been during a pregnancy. I welcome advice from people. I love that people rub my belly already, and I don't care if they don't ask first. I'm stoked every time someone offers me their baby's old clothes and gear, because we all know that crap is way too expensive for how short of a span it is used. I still *GASP* eat at Subway. And I don't give a hamster's hernia how other people choose to give birth or raise their kids. It is REFRESHING.
Maybe this is just the natural progression of motherhood coupled with getting older, I don't know. But I like it.
And on that note, I have to go teach my three-year-old why it's not cool to tell me he hates me. Oh boy, this is starting already?
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