Dated: April 2010
I have had it with the lack of direct and routine responsibilities, with this carefree living and my not-that-bad figure. Just had it. So I took care of it! I am about 4 months pregnant with what I hope will be a good lawn mower, snow shoveler and errands runner.
The ride has been… well, extremely bumpy. The guy upstairs has SUCH a great sense of humor. He let me run wild, amok as a shooting-off-the-mouth tomboy more than half my life and then when I get pregnant – gives me every oh-so-typically-female symptom in the book – throwing up (thank God, I practiced hard during my beer ping pong days), fainting spells, acne, whines, mushy tears at diaper ads…. Oh, what a wonderful journey!
I thought the reprieve would come in some form perhaps - the awesome reactions from my family and friends but there’s that sense of humor again! Some of the reactions were:
- Finally! You were getting so OLDDDD. 30, aren’t you? Hope the baby will be ok and not a monster! (Thanks! I hope ‘hormones’ is a good homicide defense)
- Oh! Were you planning? (No, I tripped and fell on my hubby’s thing and voila!)
- WOW… how are you going to manage? (Child labor ofcourse!)
- Congrats! Surprise was it? Never imagined! (Yes…yes… total mistake this one! We are gonna call it Oops!)
- So you did it! (Gosh, how else?!)
- Nice but were you guys trying? (Nope, we weren’t, our neighbor was)
- Awwww… I hope it’s a girl, so that my son will have such beautiful options [really!] (Yes, why ofcourse… and my daughter will give your gay son the option of wearing her panties on his night out)
- So are you gonna quit work? (yes, life stops for me now… I am going quit my job, cut my cable, electricity and move to the forest and become Amish)
- I hope you gave up drinking (No, after all until its drinking age, its gonna be manning our bars and after 18 be our expert beer ping pong player)
- What? OMG… Really? For real? Why didn’t you tell me? 3 months? And NOW you tell us? (Oh! so sorry… we should have shared our sex nights schedule and positions with you. Do forgive us!)
Then there are those who immediately reach out and touch/rub/tap/pat your tummy… I mean, really? I am not showing yet and the uterus is much lower than that and yet you have to touch?! Why don’t you touch and rub my boobs too? After all they are sore and tender now!
Sigh! How much more of all this I don’t know but I knew I was gonna love being here when I saw the little thing’s heartbeat… and then saw it wriggling around and kicking out and moving about… I must admit, it’s something else! Never mind, the bloating, the nausea, the gas (oh the gas!), the expanding waistline & boobs & butt… never mind the lack of energy, appetite or sex … I think I will be very very happy, come this October!
I am excited & scared but cmon… a little whiny thing… how hard can it be? <gulp>.
To the moms here - WOW to you. To the ones thinking about it: Pls jump in, I dont wanna do this aloneeee. And to my single friends: You bloody lucky B******!
Much Love,
I have had it with the lack of direct and routine responsibilities, with this carefree living and my not-that-bad figure. Just had it. So I took care of it! I am about 4 months pregnant with what I hope will be a good lawn mower, snow shoveler and errands runner.
The ride has been… well, extremely bumpy. The guy upstairs has SUCH a great sense of humor. He let me run wild, amok as a shooting-off-the-mouth tomboy more than half my life and then when I get pregnant – gives me every oh-so-typically-female symptom in the book – throwing up (thank God, I practiced hard during my beer ping pong days), fainting spells, acne, whines, mushy tears at diaper ads…. Oh, what a wonderful journey!
I thought the reprieve would come in some form perhaps - the awesome reactions from my family and friends but there’s that sense of humor again! Some of the reactions were:
- Finally! You were getting so OLDDDD. 30, aren’t you? Hope the baby will be ok and not a monster! (Thanks! I hope ‘hormones’ is a good homicide defense)
- Oh! Were you planning? (No, I tripped and fell on my hubby’s thing and voila!)
- WOW… how are you going to manage? (Child labor ofcourse!)
- Congrats! Surprise was it? Never imagined! (Yes…yes… total mistake this one! We are gonna call it Oops!)
- So you did it! (Gosh, how else?!)
- Nice but were you guys trying? (Nope, we weren’t, our neighbor was)
- Awwww… I hope it’s a girl, so that my son will have such beautiful options [really!] (Yes, why ofcourse… and my daughter will give your gay son the option of wearing her panties on his night out)
- So are you gonna quit work? (yes, life stops for me now… I am going quit my job, cut my cable, electricity and move to the forest and become Amish)
- I hope you gave up drinking (No, after all until its drinking age, its gonna be manning our bars and after 18 be our expert beer ping pong player)
- What? OMG… Really? For real? Why didn’t you tell me? 3 months? And NOW you tell us? (Oh! so sorry… we should have shared our sex nights schedule and positions with you. Do forgive us!)
Then there are those who immediately reach out and touch/rub/tap/pat your tummy… I mean, really? I am not showing yet and the uterus is much lower than that and yet you have to touch?! Why don’t you touch and rub my boobs too? After all they are sore and tender now!
Sigh! How much more of all this I don’t know but I knew I was gonna love being here when I saw the little thing’s heartbeat… and then saw it wriggling around and kicking out and moving about… I must admit, it’s something else! Never mind, the bloating, the nausea, the gas (oh the gas!), the expanding waistline & boobs & butt… never mind the lack of energy, appetite or sex … I think I will be very very happy, come this October!
I am excited & scared but cmon… a little whiny thing… how hard can it be? <gulp>.
To the moms here - WOW to you. To the ones thinking about it: Pls jump in, I dont wanna do this aloneeee. And to my single friends: You bloody lucky B******!
Much Love,
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