My Brain Feels Like Jello…
Pregnant brain and a bad case of Friday Afternoon Syndrome are not exactly conducive to writing a post but I just wanted to get this out before it melts into the hundred or so other lost items floating around in my head.
At-man came with me to the doctor today because he wanted to hear the baby’s heartbeat. I guess this post is just to remind myself when I am old and gray, of the look of total joy on his face when the doctor placed the dopler on my belly and he heard the first sounds of the baby swishing around in there. It was almost like he had formed an instant bond with his new sister. He had brought his real doctors stethoscope from home and my O.B. showed him where to put it so that he could check the baby himself. I have no idea if he really heard anything or not but he was so excited he was jumping all around the room. He has got to be one of the sweetest kids I have ever know, and I want to make sure I get that out so I can look back fondly upon this time 10 years from now when he is a sullen teenager who no longer wishes to be in the same room with me.
I think I have said that every age At-man has been so far has been my favorite. I love babies for being so soft and needy, toddlers cause they’re so damn cute but the thing about parenthood I most enjoy is watching the person they are becoming and so every year becomes my new fave. Em is so very 2 right now in every manner, shape and form of the word, and although he is so squishy and adorable and sweet (when he choses) and he is such a marshmallow, I hate to admit I am sort of looking forward to a time when he is capable of reason. At 5, At-man is able to understand the concept of “No dinner, then no dessert” and “If you want to watch a movie, all the toys must be put away”. He still has chubby cheeks and likes to snuggle, and isn’t afraid to call me Mommy in front of his friends yet. 5 kicks ass!
As you can see, pregnant brain, I have totally gone from a quick note to remind myself how sweet At-man was this morning and ended up in an ode’ to 5. Believe it or not, I actually aced the essay portion of my S.A.T.’s
During pregnancy, mothers tend to reflect on life and the future.
Life is good even when it gets difficult. And sometimes parenting does get very difficult.
We just have to be patient.
Comment by On Being Parents — June 4, 2007 @ 11:57 am
I have a 2.5 year old son who is going to get a little sister in October. He understands there is a baby in the belly, but has no clue as to what that means beyond that fact. He says hello to her in the belly almost every day too.
I can only hope that when the kid comes out he will be enthusiastic instead of jealous– we’ll see!
As for your earlier post about the Superman stuff, my son has a Superman shirt that is too small for him that he REFUSES to part with. It looks like a halter top on him now. I’m desperately seeking a size 3 or 4T Superman t-shirt (just the blue and shield) so if you know where I can get one let me know!
Comment by Nintari — June 5, 2007 @ 12:04 pm