Sunday, July 30, 2006

Oh, but just wait.

Why do people have to be so negative about an impending addition to the family? I have never seen anything like it. It's like That Guy that I mentioned on here before who has to "one up" everyone in a conversation with a "Oh, but you know what's worse than that?" diatribe everytime someone shares an anecdote. Me? I love to complain. But I don't mean to inflict it upon other people and make them feel bad. I'm so tired of people only telling their horror stories about their pregnancy, their childbirth and their lack of sleep after the child is born.

I would like to declare for the record the following things:

1. I am very aware that you get hot and uncomfortable while pregnant. Particularly during July-September in Texas. This much seems obvious. I don't need to hear "Oh, just wait!" No, I'm not gonna wait. It's 100 degrees everyday, I'm carrying 15 extra slightly volatile pounds, and I'm making it just fine. The connection seems clear.

2. Childbirth isn't pleasant no matter how you slice it. (no pun intended) Really? I thought babies just slipped out gracefully on a command. Thanks, Captain Obvious! This has been the case for many, many generations. Get over it. And, OH! Oh! That reminds me...

2b. If you don't have a uterus? I don't want to hear you tell me about childbirth. Period. Go apply for your Man Card somewhere and stop talking to the girls about epidurals and stretch marks. It's sad and creepy.

3. If you don't know? You don't get a lot of sleep when you have a newborn. This is because they eat, pee, and poop a lot. Around the clock, in fact. I am tired of being told to enjoy my time now, to bank my sleep (you can't, I checked), and to [again] JUST WAIT! It's really putting a damper on my summer and I think that's mean. Let me enjoy myself.

Why do people feel the need to do this? I'm trying to have a joyous, pleasant occasion here. The above points are obvious, and guess what? [whisper] People continue to have babies anyway. They really do. Of course these things are difficult and I'm not saying they aren't, I'm just tired of hearing them. All. The. Time. It's condescending and annoying and it's taking away from me enjoying looking forward to the Piglet.

You know who gets it? Posthip Chick. She's an excellent person to talk to who will answer questions, give good tips, and share frustrations with a good sense of humor. That's what I'm talking about. Like I said, I love to complain. I can whine with the best of 'em. But I prefer to do it with a grain of self-deprecating humor and a lack of "Oh, you just wait!"

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