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Wednesday
Feb202008
Incongruent
February 20, 2008
YaYa and Kid A have some rules in the car. Their rules, not mine.
All the cars driving beside us are our "friends". The ones not beside us (I'm assuming on the other side of the road, but it might include the ones behind us, since we always seem to be fleeing- "Go faster Mama! Watch out, Mama!") are "bad guys."
Also, lately, when we've been grocery shopping they pretend they're grownups! Getting their groceries! "Let's get some fruit!" Kid A says.
"I think I'm all done with my list!" YaYa chirps. "We love and love all this food, don't we! Because we're grownups!"
Meanwhile, I shuffle along beside them, barely lifting my feet, wearily checking another item off of my list. My uterus is weighing on my pelvic bones with a pressure that makes me sure that in a minute I will have to pick it up off the floor.
Maybe I should pretend to be a kid pretending to be a grownup.
All the cars driving beside us are our "friends". The ones not beside us (I'm assuming on the other side of the road, but it might include the ones behind us, since we always seem to be fleeing- "Go faster Mama! Watch out, Mama!") are "bad guys."
Also, lately, when we've been grocery shopping they pretend they're grownups! Getting their groceries! "Let's get some fruit!" Kid A says.
"I think I'm all done with my list!" YaYa chirps. "We love and love all this food, don't we! Because we're grownups!"
Meanwhile, I shuffle along beside them, barely lifting my feet, wearily checking another item off of my list. My uterus is weighing on my pelvic bones with a pressure that makes me sure that in a minute I will have to pick it up off the floor.
Maybe I should pretend to be a kid pretending to be a grownup.
Reader Comments (11)
If you see my uterus down there, will you pick it up please? Because it's getting way too hard for me to bend down. Thanks!
ouch! Hate that feeling!
Yep, remember that feeling. You wonder how you will ever carry that baby inside you til the end of the trip to Target or whereever...much less all the way to a distant due date. Never did drop my uterus in Target- or anywhere else. Pretending to be a kid who's pretending to be a shopping adult would have been a good solution for those miserable trips to the grocery store though. Do you suppose it would work if one could pretend to be a little girl who is pretending to do housework? :-)
Exactly.
I remember how much more pressure I had with my second pregnancy compared to my first. Does it just get worse each time?
Definitely pretend.
Yes, pretend. And try a support belt. Even the kind that wraps up around your back, maybe. I had hernias beneath the weight of the baby, and wearing one of those jobbers was the only way to exist.
You make it sound novel to imagine that we're kids pretending to be grown-ups... I thought that was the norm! mark
Ah, let's pretend.
Look at your pregnant belly! Because your a grown-up lady! Let's pretend you need ice cream!
...but then let's get you some for real.
Hydes
sweet little helpers,
may your uterus find it's place and your feet feel safe and secure for the coming months!
just think, if the kids are so grown up that makes less work for you right?!~
psssstttt. . . some one told me that carrying low is a sign of a boy, but i think those superstitions are silly, perhaps you know best because you already have two!
My children also had rules in the car. My son (older) was allowed to choose where to sit on the way there and my daughter (younger) was allowed to choose on the way back. Which was fine until my son pointed out that whenever you drive you are on the way to somewhere - which meant that he always got to choose. He hopes to study law - wouldn't you know!
Ouch. I remember that feeling.
Julia asks me on a regular basis what I want to be when I grow up. When I tell her "I am grown up; I'm a Mummy" she cocks her head and says, "No, I mean...what do you want to be when you GROW UP?"