Hey again, Internets!
Me? Oh, I’m okay. I won’t lie…. been better. But I’m totally okay.
What? Oh, that big, angry, long draft I didn’t publish? Boy, are you ever nosy, Internets! And my, how you know things that I thought were just the realm of me and darling Typepad. Maybe one day this conversation will actually take place when the contents of my own mind are somehow linked to Facebook and everyone finds out things that I thought were only safe to think about with my eyes closed, in the bathroom and with the exhaust fan on.
But yes, it’s true: I wrote a long angry entry and decided to scrap it. There are some things that benefit from a little perspective when one commits them to paper, and this little gem is one of them. Don’t worry too much about me, though: things are actually hunky-dory around here and apart from missing a little sunlight here and there, all is as sunny as can be.
But let’s talk about something that’s been on my mind: babies.
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It seems that everywhere I went (or at least here and here , read within minutes of one another) the topic on everyone’s brain is that sweet and romanticized bit of popular culture cum (<—Hehe… tacky joke anyone? Ooh.. "tacky"– on a roll!) personal crusade also known as pregnancy.
As in, I wonder who you ask to determine whether you should do it again. A part of me wants to give Herr Meow a sibling– perhaps a dainty little Frรคulein Meow? (with an umlaut, of course! Is there a daintier diacritic mark?) Or maybe we’d be aiming for another little Herr Meow, except that maybe we’d have to change the language and maybe go for a breezy Signorino Meow to avoid confusion.
Just thinking of the nickname of the baby that isn’t even on the way yet is giving me the flutters. This is all very strange.
By the way, I don’t expect answers, as this is a pretty personal decision– don’t feel obligated to comment unless you would like to do so. Also, how would that go down in a conversation, really?
Friend (patting mother’s belly): Aww, how sweet! You must be so excited! When did you find out you were pregnant?
Husband of pregnant woman: Well, the Internets told us to get her pregnant, you know. So here we are.
Pregnant woman: We can only hope the Internets are also at the birth, so everyone knows what to do.
However, I am interested. If you have kids, how did you come about deciding your family’s number? And if you don’t have kids, what were your upbringing experiences? Did coming from a big family make you want to expand or downsize?
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