And the winner is…
Mother in law, by several lengths. My own mother was actually perfectly nice. It’s true that she was well distracted by birthday festivities, but she also made it clear that she had no intention of intruding unless invited. Of course, her meek attitude made me feel bad, too, as I’ve clearly been so harsh with her that she’s now afraid of me, and what kind of person can I be to have brought that about? But my feeling bad about this is my deal, and she’s not to blame for it.
ANYWAYS, this weekend I got to masquerade as Regular Pregnant Lady around my brother’s and mother’s friends. It was fine for the most part, though at one point, I found myself surrounded by women telling me how hard motherhood was going to be. Some were young women in the thick of parenting small children, while some were of my mother’s generation, but they were unanimous in telling me that there’s no single issue on which there’s not controversy. For example, I thought the whole “back to sleep” thing was pretty solid, but my sister in law revealed that after several sleepless nights listening to my niece aspirate her spit, she started putting her on her stomach, and she slept much better and had fewer digestive problems. FUCK! (My sister in law is a speech pathologist who works with small children with swallowing disorders and other stuff in that region, so I’m not inclined to blow off her experiences.) So after half an hour of horror stories and general moaning, I started to pretty much panic. OH MY GOD WHAT IF I CAN’T DO THIS!!!! WHAT IF I’M JUST AN OVER-EDUCATED INTELLECTUAL WITH NO INSTINCTS FOR ANYTHING WOMANLY?!?!?!?
I feel a little better now that I’ve escaped from those monsters, but now that I’m in the third trimester (OH MY GOD I’M IN THE THIRD TRIMESTER!) I think it’s classic to start freaking the fuck out.
The best solution is action, and now that the bathroom renovation is over, we can start taking some of that. Which leads me to a request: if you know anything about babies, would you be so good as to read this plea for information?
And if you don’t know anything about babies, don’t feel left out. I’ve got a request for you, too. LP 2 had her 8 week ultrasound on Monday, and I’d asked her to e-mail to let me know how it went. I also said if it didn’t go well, I’d understand if she wasn’t up to getting in touch. No word yet. Is it time to e-mail? Do I just say thinking of you, or do I say something more like thinking of you and won’t be offended if you don’t get in touch, but please get in touch if there’s nothing wrong? ‘Cause maybe she’s just busy? I always assume the worst when you guys go quiet, and often you’re just living your lives.