So, I’m at the point where I’m ready for this little baby boy to come on out already! My emotions range between clam peaceful reflection on the past nine-ish months and the life growing inside of me to total freak-out and fear (mostly irrational fear of ridiculous things like thinking I will forget to feed the baby etc.) and ending up in the I’m really over this already just be born already! In one of my more peaceful moments, I thought that growing a baby is kind of like growing a garden. Before you roll your eyes-allow me to explain. Maybe it is just that my feelings about both seem to overlap.
Here’s what I mean:
In the beginning of both you are so excited, spend a lot of time planning and re-planning (I think I made that word up). You read endless articles and books and commit to wanting to do things just right. Nothing will be good enough for your little baby/ garden.
Then reality hits you about how much work this actually is going to be. You begin to be uncomfortable and things might start to happen and you ask yourself-”Is this normal?”.
Then at the end (I may be the only gardener and preggo lady who gets this way, but I suspect I’m not) you are over the hard work and effort it takes to do anything and just want the thing to be over. I literally have left ripe veggies on the plants due to laziness. Plus, some of those things at the end of the season taste kinda funky! Hopefully my baby won’t be funky!
Plus, in gardening and babies-EVERYONE has an opinion, wants to share pictures to brag, has the perfect solution to your problem and will tell you what you are doing wrong! Actually both periods of time you should avoid bossy relatives that know everything (just ask them!) and Google!
Well, thanks for letting this oh so pregnant lady vent and laugh at myself a little! Hopefully the next time I blog I will be writing while my little man naps!
