Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Touch me baby, one more time...

Yesterday was met with two unsolicited tummy touches. I’ve realized that if the toucher isn’t some drunken dude cocking his head to the side and asking, “Who knocked you up, honey?” in a condescending way while patting my tummy in a swirly Buddha-like fashion, then I don’t mind it at all. Both touches were in a “WOW, COOL!” sort of way and both by girls, so they were both totally okay. I don’t think it’ll take long at all for me to adjust to people invading my bubble.

Last night while having dinner with a friend who’s not particularly keen on the baby-having thing, she bombarded me with a whole bunch of questions that hadn’t even crossed my mind yet.

“How will you discipline it? What if he’s a mean baby? What if you drop it? What if you forget to feed it? What if it gets sick? What if you turn into your mother? What if you don’t like holding it? What if he doesn’t like you?”

A lot of those aren’t really a huge concerns at this precise moment in time. At this point in mine and baby’s life we’re focusing on it being happy and comfortable in my melon-sized uterus and shooting it out in a healthy and timely manner. For the three months after that, we’ll focus on eating, sleeping, pooing, and dressing in the cutest outfits and hats we can find. Maybe I’ll worry about the rest of the stuff once we get there, but at least I know we won’t be dealing with talking back for a long time to come.

1 comment:

  1. Tell your friend that turning into your mother is not so bad!
    The rest won't happen, don't worry. You were a cute baby, wanted and loved, yours will also be a cute Baby. Love