Last night, we loaned our infant car seat, swing, and bouncy seat to a couple expecting their first in the spring. A couple of weeks ago, I gave away my entire stash of maternity clothes. I shall now become pregnant again immediately.
I did, however, keep the shirt I am wearing in this picture for nostalgia’s sake, because when I bought it, it was the only shirt in the entire fucking maternity store that would fit over my belly, for the love of ass.
I was going to write an entire entry about the possibility of me going through the whole Vagina & Pony Show of pregnancy again, but…I kind of don’t feel ready to talk about it. Mostly because I don’t even feel ready to think about it. I take this to mean I’m not anywhere near ready to make a decision about it. I shall now become pregnant again immediately.
Being around pregnant chicks always makes me oddly jealous and wistful of the weeks I spent waddling around in a gummy-bear-induced haze and feeling like an upturned turtle whenever I tried to get out of bed in the morning. I mean, pregnant women have that special air of gestational mystery about them, although when I was pregnant, I felt about as special and mysterious as a fucking fanny pack.
My jealously extends mostly to first-time moms, because I know exactly what kind of awesome, mind-blowing, holy-shit-there’s-an-infant-in-my-arms kind of experience they’re in for whenever the baby finally arrives. And sometimes I wonder if my hesitant, wishy-washy desire for another baby is an actual desire, or just a strange mixture of jealousy and nostalgia over an amazing time in my life that has already passed. It’s kind of like the post-wedding blues: you’re sad the whole, big, crazy-making fun of the wedding is over, but it’s not like you actually want to get married again.
Hey! Look who’s talking about the thing she said she wasn’t ready to talk about! And it’s kind of making me all twitchy and crawly, so I’m going to stop now. I’ll just say that I have lots of reasons for and against another shorty (some more compelling than others), and leave it at that.
So, now I have nothing to talk about.
Well, today we’re taking Sadie to her 9-month checkup, during which we’ll determine if the assholish behavior our pediatrician displayed a few weeks ago was a fluke or a real concern. And…well, that’s all there is to say about that, really.
TV! Did you guys see Parks & Recreation and 30 Rock last night? Hilarious.
It’s abundantly clear I’ve fucked this post into oblivion, so I think I’m going to have to end here. Sorry about that, Internet. See what happens when you try to talk about things you’re not ready to talk about? DAMN! Let’s just all go about our day, forget this ever happened, and have a fantastic weekend. We have some very fun and low-key plans to hang out with friends this weekend, and I’m also hoping to finally get around to doing some laundry. Nothing reproductive about those plans, no sir.
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