So far, I have loved every minute of being pregnito. Trust me, I can say this because based on the stories I've heard from other women, I've had it really easy so far.
But there's one part I'm not looking forward to. I'm sure you can guess that part. I'll give you a big hint. It's the part when it's time for the pregnancy part to be over. I think you get it.
As a woman, I have every right to be scared, nervous, and to get those meds on speed dial.
As for Superman, he doesn't quite get my reservations. Come that fateful day in January when I'm squeezing the life out of his arm and yelling worse obscenities than all the boys in Southie, he'll get it. I'll make sure he gets it, real good.
One night before dinner he said to me, "But I thought you love baby!"
Honey, I love baby. I don't enjoy the daylong rough 'n tough process of bringing baby into this world.
There's a difference.
Later that night, we were flipping through a pregnancy magazine and I came across an article about an emerging trend where the husband gifts his wife with some serious postpartum bling. A thank you for nine months of her not being able to recognize her own body, and an additional I-love-you-so-much-for-pushing-baby-out-of-woo-woo. It's called a "push present."
And there you have it. My new fave word.
This trend is familiar to me since in the Middle East husbands typically gift something shiny to their wives after baby is born. I don't think Superman took it seriously when I told him the tradition because.... this is the red white and blue, baby.
Well, the fact that we saw it in an American magazine as an emerging trend just sealed that traditional deal.
Face it, Superman. You cannot deny me the fruits of my labor.
The ideas are flowing... So, what are we thinking ladies??