From my iVillage pregnancy calendar
I went to check my personalized (oooh!) iVillage pregnancy calendar to hear the latest stats about how big U.B. is, that X or Y organs are done cooking, et cetera. Instead of interesting developmental biology, however, tonight I got these "reassuring" words:
"If you have other children, you may feel guilty about the sacrifices they will have to make to accommodate the new baby. No matter how many children you have, each new baby is a leap of faith that the sacrifices will be worth it."
A leap of faith. Great. Thanks. No longer is my unborn kid a bundle of joy, but the emotional equivalent of a lottery ticket.
Wise words from the next day:
"If you have other children, this can be a poignant time, because it is the last few weeks of being a family in the way that you're used to. It can seem hard to imagine that there will be enough of you to go around, and you may wonder if it will ever be possible for you to love a new baby as much."
That's it. With no reassuring and NECESSARY Hallmark missives about how yes, it will actually be possible for me to love a new baby as much. This is supposed to be helpful how?
And then, my favorite, from the day after that:
"Don't forget to arrange care for any children or pets for the two to three days you'll be in the hospital."
Of course I need to hear this because I am so scatter-brained in my pregnant state that I have forgotten that my major duty as a mother is to not leave my 21-month-old at home by himself. Riiight. And what's with the "Children OR pets"? Because they're roughly equivalent, you know, and in the same category. Because a cat-sitter easily doubles for a toddler-sitter. Better yet -- cat-brother as a sitter for Isaac! You've all read Good Dog Carl, right?
Can't these people get a proofreader or something?
**Editor's note: You will really have to excuse me and my snarkery from here on out. According to Dada, I have turned into "one grumpy, pregnant ho."
"If you have other children, you may feel guilty about the sacrifices they will have to make to accommodate the new baby. No matter how many children you have, each new baby is a leap of faith that the sacrifices will be worth it."
A leap of faith. Great. Thanks. No longer is my unborn kid a bundle of joy, but the emotional equivalent of a lottery ticket.
Wise words from the next day:
"If you have other children, this can be a poignant time, because it is the last few weeks of being a family in the way that you're used to. It can seem hard to imagine that there will be enough of you to go around, and you may wonder if it will ever be possible for you to love a new baby as much."
That's it. With no reassuring and NECESSARY Hallmark missives about how yes, it will actually be possible for me to love a new baby as much. This is supposed to be helpful how?
And then, my favorite, from the day after that:
"Don't forget to arrange care for any children or pets for the two to three days you'll be in the hospital."
Of course I need to hear this because I am so scatter-brained in my pregnant state that I have forgotten that my major duty as a mother is to not leave my 21-month-old at home by himself. Riiight. And what's with the "Children OR pets"? Because they're roughly equivalent, you know, and in the same category. Because a cat-sitter easily doubles for a toddler-sitter. Better yet -- cat-brother as a sitter for Isaac! You've all read Good Dog Carl, right?
Can't these people get a proofreader or something?
**Editor's note: You will really have to excuse me and my snarkery from here on out. According to Dada, I have turned into "one grumpy, pregnant ho."
posted by Claire at 9:15 PM
4 Comments:
I love snarky you! Esp that you acknowledge the snarkiness. And that your husband alls you a grumpy pregnant ho. HAHAHAHA
Oh, MOTHER. I would rather have U.B. by myself at the hospital and leave Mike home with Isaac than to dream of leaving my child alone. I was trying to be sarcastic, and rereading this entry I realized I may not have come off as sarcastically as I had hoped, so I changed the text a little to enhance that.
That one note right there showed me that your hunny and Mr. Belle would get along really well. Especially considering that Mr. belle told the kids this morning not to mess with me since I was a "grumpy hobag." Sigh.
I'm thinking these pregnancy calendars(yours and mine) are not quite as helpful and insightful as I'd hoped.
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