A Beautiful Day

Can't sleep for some reason. Maybe because the kids have been jumping around in there so much the last hour. Dunno. I've been pretty excited lately. Besides the fact that I'm looking for a new place to live because I lost my "great" nanny job, the real news is that I wake up every morning and check my belly button. I'm halfway between inny and outy. I really feel like it's gonna pop any day now. I wish like crazy I could explain to people who have never been pregnant before, how entirely weird and wonderful it is to have your abdomen randomly jump, twitch and move around. I mean, I know there are two babies in there, but it doesn't really feel like babies, not yet anyway, it feels like your insides are moving on their own or something. It's weird to watch and it's weird to experience but it is soooooo beautiful and neat and amazing.

Today is my mom's birthday. I don't know what time she was born at. I won't make her embarrassed by saying how old she is today, but she remembers the 50's fairly well and the poodle skirt she wore durning that era. Before I started writing this blog tonight, I was sitting here staring at the ceiling wondering if my grandma was in labor at this point wondering when it would all be over? I was trying to imagine my grandpa pacing the halls getting ready to pass out cigars. Man, things have changed! Back then, a woman was expected to go into the delivery room by herself with doctors and nurses etc, while everyone waited elsewhere. Now, all the books, hospital tours, birth classes, breast feeding classes, etc. ALL EXPECT the guy to be right there "sharing the experience". Single parenting has come a long way and divorce doesn't have anywhere near the same stigma it had before, but talk about society's pressure for you to be a certain way or do things a certain way. The world has gone so wacko that they'd rather see me with a "life partner" than by myself. (Not speaking for anyone but myself) YUCK!!

(AUTHOR'S SIDE NOTE ABOUT PARTNER CHOICE: **The pendulum needs to stay in the middle people, we are not clocks, we do not need to keep track of things by swinging wildly left to right and back again. Please remember that ALL choices are up to the individuals involved in the partnership and get over the whole "judgement" crap**) Now back to our originally scheduled blogging...

Unfortunately (fortunately?), my mom never got to go through any of the birthing process aside from being born herself. I wish I could somehow share this with her, help her understand somehow.... but I can't. Being pregnant is one of those things where you can describe it all you want, but they who have not gone through it will never fully understand what it's like. The same could be true about a lot of things though. I can't tell you what it's like to wait 10 or more years for a phone call from an adoption agency to finally say, "your new baby girl is here, come get her". I don't know what it is like to live through a tsunami or cancer or disablement or hundreds of other things. Everyone has had something happen to them that is common enough to feel a connection to others, but everyone also has had something happen to them that is different enough that they alone know what the experience truly feels like.

Always remember,
you are unique and special....
just like everyone else.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!
I LOVE YOU!