We sat on a bench eating ice cream and listening to a band cover Billy Idol. Mirabella, in her jammies and clutching Hank, her tiny stuffed hamster, stood on the bench and kissed The Boy. "Bye Daddy. See you soon," she said. She kissed me good-bye too and tried to wriggle off the bench.
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"I going a work," she announced. Right before she screamed and arched her back and told me "Top it Mommy, top it, I GET DOWN!" because I wouldn't let her walk around the sidewalk in her socks. Welcome to our life these days with an almost 2-year-old and another on the way.
"Where's Mommy's baby?" I ask Mirabella. She pulls up my shirt and points to my "beddy."
"Mommy's baby in a beddy," she says, then points to her belly, "and Lella's baby in a beddy." She doesn't quite get it yet.
I am exhausted most of the time, but I'm not sure who's to blame. Last time I was pregnant, I had a stress-free (if also fulfillment-free) job and all I had to do was make it through the day. A challenge, to be sure, but once I did it, I could crash on the couch. It was okay if I didn't make dinner, even if I felt bad about it. Now, I like what I'm doing much more, but the days are crazy. I certainly don't have time to nap in my car, as I had done last time. When I get home I'm chasing a toddler and making dinner and there's bath and bed and, if I can stay awake long enough, I'll check in with work. If I can't, I mumble an apology to my husband and pass out midsentence. Life is crowded and joyful and we are excited, but if I hear one more person tell me how tired I look, I can't be responsible for what happens.
So in the middle of all the mundane, we look forward to February, even as we try to soak in the now. We took Mirabella to the fair yesterday, amid plenty of double strollers, but we relished this time with just her. She said hello to every animal, attempting to speak to each in their native tongues. She rode the carousel for the first time, and she squealed when her daddy won her a teddy bear in a Ravens letterman's jacket.
"Look at us, doing family things," The Boy said, over a shamefully large cup of cheese fries.
"I think maybe that's what we are."
"Maybe so."
Monday, September 07, 2009
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“Oh hi, sciatic nerve pain! Long time no see.” “Welcome back heartburn and indigestion! Didn’t expect to see you so soon.”
“How ya doin’ nighttime leg cramps? I’d actually forgotten all about you.” “Ah, pelvic pain, I remember you quite vividly. Come in if you must. Can’t say I’m happy to see you.”
Feels like welcoming old friends back into your life with the onset of each pregnancy symptom. Some are definitely less welcome than others. Good luck! Oh, and congratulations!!!!
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