Thursday, March 26, 2009

Baby fever

It is here. It is strong. For a while, after I gave birth, I looked at pregnant women and thought, "Thank God that's not me." The last month of my pregnancy was very hard for me. I had put on so much weight that it was hard to walk (though I had to, since this is NYC and we have no car, and strangers admonished me not to use the subway - I think they thought I would pop at any moment, and their fear was contagious) and I was often short of breath. I'll never forget when, a few days before giving birth, I was walking along and my hat fell off. The distance to the ground was daunting. I couldn't bend over because of my huge belly and I was staring at the hat, trying to figure out how to get to it with minimum sturm und drang. Then this tall, willowy blond creature passed me and elegantly dipped to the ground to retrieve it. I was grateful, but couldn't help feeling like a barge.

Anyway, I now look at pregnant women the way I used to, with a mixture of envy and awe. It's sort of like watching a miracle happening. But I'm going to wait a little while, maybe till next year. I want to make sure this is what I want. (D is on board, whenever I'm ready...it's the opposite of the first child...we were married 5 years before he got comfortable with the idea. But I think he really likes being a daddy.)

6 comments:

His suzy said...

I think I'll always be in the "Thank God it's not me" stage. lol

kitkat said...

I've always liked the image of a pregnant woman :) That might change after I have to go through it, though. If you have one next year, we might have yet another thing in common...

Would you believe I had a pregnancy dream last night? It's my recurring dream in which I have a baby quite unexpectedly and I'm totally unprepared.

Bearette24 said...

that would be so exciting if you had a baby next year! do you know where you are going to be yet?

kitkat said...

Yes! Monterey! Clearly, I haven't been talking about it enough on my blog :) I have this weird thing where, now that I've come to actually kind of want a baby, I'd like to have one when I'm 30 because it's a nice even number I can remember. I've always liked that my mom was almost exactly 25 years older than me. I realize this is strange.

Caro said...

Let us know when the time is ripe and we'll start throwing baby dust in the air for you.

Bearette24 said...

Baby dust...I like that.