A Birthday Story

01.22.2011

Thirty-six and half years ago, upon finding out she was pregnant with me, my mom went back to school and, while pregnant, took a chemistry class whose final was scheduled for this day (today). The instructor told my mom that he had no problem with her taking his class entering her 9^th month of pregnancy as long as she promised to not go into labor during the final. She agreed because my due date wasn’t until a week later.

What she didn’t promise is that I wouldn’t come on that day at all. When she called to tell him that she wouldn’t be showing up to the final because she was in labor and asked if she could postpone taking the exam, he tossed in a joke (which I can’t remember) and let her take it at a later date. True to my nature, I hate being late and always try to arrive early.

I wonder what our child’s delivery story will be…

(It will probably somehow involve me calming Rob down.)

The Rooster Slowly Sways

12.26.2010

I had an intense discussion with my mother-in-law about pregnancy, labor and epidurals today. I sense the winds they are a-changing…

Imagining Pregnancy

11.18.2010

I met up with an old and good friend last night who’s about 4 months pregnant and one of the most comforting things she could’ve told me was that it’s still hard for her to believe that she’s pregnant. I don’t know why I took such solace in that bit of information but I did. I tried to imagine myself pregnant and couldn’t. In fact, I think if I am ever pregnant I wouldn’t believe it, even with sonograms. I probably wouldn’t believe it until labor when, then, I’d be like, “Holy shit! Are you serious?!” Then, I’d probably recognize that there is a baby inside of me. I tend to compartmentalize my emotions very easily so I can see myself for 9 months acting cool toward the whole thing only to emotionally climax and have a meltdown during labor.

Yeah.

I’d be a mess.