Shallow? Moi?

OK OK, the lack of comments sort of suggests that you would like me to write about something other than pregnancy and babies and the fact that I CAN FEEL HIM/HER MOVING (I think). But… sigh… it’s the biggest (good) thing that’s ever happened to me and it’s on my mind all of the time, so just bear with me.  And I will write about something else soon. The yarden! I will write about the yarden.

But in the mean time…

I think I always had the notion that when I was finally expecting a baby, I would become more serious and deep and stuff. That I would feel deeply engaged with the act of creating a new life. I can be fairly serious and thinky anyway, and I assumed that I would become more so when with child.

But herein lies Pregnancy Surprise #508: I haven’t. If anything, I’ve become more shallow, and sillier.

When I had my first booking appointment with the midwife, she remarked that it was good I would be really big in winter rather than hot and uncomfortable in summer. “I know! I’m going to buy a really fancy maternity winter coat!”, I responded. She looked at me like: “priorities”. But I cannot WAIT to go maternity clothes shopping (confession: I sneaked into Topshop Maternity the other day, and was only mildly horrified at what maternity jeans look like).

When I first saw the little one on a scan (at around 7 weeks, thanks to a rather nailbiting scare which thankfully came to nothing), I didn’t well up or feel suddenly at one with the universe. I laughed. And maybe squeed a little bit. It was just such a gleeful thing: a little bean! In my belly!

I love reading baby books and websites and magazines, and I love wandering dreamily through the aisles of tiny widdle clothes in the shops. I’m a total sucker for the whole baby hullabaloo, and while I’m aware it’s all marketing, and thankfully have managed to restrict myself to ogling adorable sheepskin slings in the pages of magazines rather than spending actual money on them, I feel very happy to wallow in it after waiting for (feels like) ages to be able to.

But most of all, while I am of course aware of the gravity of bringing a new life into the world, etc etc, a big part of me is thinking SQUISHY BABY! CHOMP! I’m sure I will look into my baby’s eyes and see galaxies of wisdom unfolding and all that… but that’s if I’m not too busy cramming his/her whole feet into my mouth and squishing his/her little thigh rolls and blowing raspberries on his/her belly and nibbling his/her cheeks. And putting him/her into plantpots and dressing him/her in hilarious/adorable outfits.

In short, this baby is bringing out my frothy, giddy side, big time. And if you know me well, I’m sure you’ll agree, that’s a good thing.


6 Responses to “Shallow? Moi?”

  1. 1 Daddy G August 14, 2009 at 11:32 am

    Sheepskin sling… We definitely need one of those!

  2. 2 Monkey August 14, 2009 at 3:49 pm

    a brilliant thing! bring on the ridiculous maternity coats/hats and scarves/shoes etc (but not those jeans with a big sack attached – lord) xx

  3. 3 Thursday August 14, 2009 at 5:51 pm

    Write about The Bean as much as you like – I read everything you write with equal glee.

  4. 4 Leah August 15, 2009 at 2:57 pm

    Agreed 🙂

    Looking forward to your musings on Bugaboos…

  5. 5 Will August 17, 2009 at 11:22 am

    I’m well happy hearing your maternity musings. Sorry I never got back to you guys when I was in the UK. Will be in touch shortly! Lots of love – Father of Wally Our Bean!

  6. 6 bokker August 17, 2009 at 2:55 pm

    Yay! Shriek! To all of you.
    (Overexcited. Must lie down).

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