Take a deep breath
I would just like to go on record and say that the more you worry about your baby not moving inside of you, the more awesome it is when you do finally feel it doing karate on your insides. Every night since last Friday night I have felt my baby move around and it is so wonderful. I heard the heartbeat again today and that also calmed my crazy, panicky mommy fears, so things are good for Cletus, and good for me. Now, if we could just get Cletus' room ready I would be a happy camper. Something tells me that a hole in the ceiling of the baby's room is not exactly proper ventilation. And, even though we are in the process of sealing up this ginormous hole, we will still create more holes in the walls around the baby's room, because somewhere I think I read that breathing in drywall dust is really healthy for expectant mothers and their babies. Or was it only healthy for babies? At any rate, at least one of us should be a-okay.
But. You know what is not a-okay? Conversations with other mothers who give me advice of which I am already well aware. Just last night I was at a function where other mothers were asking me how I was feeling, which, don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern. I gave my old faithful reply of 'I am feeling good except for my insomnia. But, if insomnia is the worst that happens to me during this pregnancy, I will consider myself lucky'.
One other mom piped up: Oh! You aren't sleeping at night right now? That isn't good.
Me: Well, I have good nights and bad nights, the good nights are becoming more frequent, thank God.
Other mom: Well you should really try and get some sleep at night.
Me: .... (internal eye roll)
Other mom: I wasn't sleeping at night during my pregnancy either, I know it was my body's way of preparing me for what was coming, and I was one of those people who needed at least 8-9 hours of sleep. But you know, now is when you need sleep, it is only going to get worse. You should try and sleep at night.
Me: Yes...well...I certainly am trying!
Internal Me: (Self: You should try and SLEEP. Duh.)
Other mom: It is just very important for you body that you get rested now. (Really?) I hope you try and get some sleep tonight.
Internal Me: Self: All you need to do is sleep. You are so dumb. Why don't you try that when you get home.
Me: I am definitely trying. Just like I am definitely trying NOT to punch you in the face right now.
So maybe I didn't exactly say that last part, but you better believe I thought it. I appreciate talking to other moms, I love hearing what they have to say, what they would have done differently, what they love about being a mom. But stupid, obvious assvice is not appreciated in any way, shape or form. It seems that anyone who has a child feels authorized to give advice, no matter how un-needed that advice, er, assvice may be. I suppose I should prepare myself for a lifetime of assvice...and I should also prepare my right fist for a lifetime of face contact. Or I could just smile, nod, and take a deep breath. A gloriously deep, dust-filled, breath.
But. You know what is not a-okay? Conversations with other mothers who give me advice of which I am already well aware. Just last night I was at a function where other mothers were asking me how I was feeling, which, don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern. I gave my old faithful reply of 'I am feeling good except for my insomnia. But, if insomnia is the worst that happens to me during this pregnancy, I will consider myself lucky'.
One other mom piped up: Oh! You aren't sleeping at night right now? That isn't good.
Me: Well, I have good nights and bad nights, the good nights are becoming more frequent, thank God.
Other mom: Well you should really try and get some sleep at night.
Me: .... (internal eye roll)
Other mom: I wasn't sleeping at night during my pregnancy either, I know it was my body's way of preparing me for what was coming, and I was one of those people who needed at least 8-9 hours of sleep. But you know, now is when you need sleep, it is only going to get worse. You should try and sleep at night.
Me: Yes...well...I certainly am trying!
Internal Me: (Self: You should try and SLEEP. Duh.)
Other mom: It is just very important for you body that you get rested now. (Really?) I hope you try and get some sleep tonight.
Internal Me: Self: All you need to do is sleep. You are so dumb. Why don't you try that when you get home.
Me: I am definitely trying. Just like I am definitely trying NOT to punch you in the face right now.
So maybe I didn't exactly say that last part, but you better believe I thought it. I appreciate talking to other moms, I love hearing what they have to say, what they would have done differently, what they love about being a mom. But stupid, obvious assvice is not appreciated in any way, shape or form. It seems that anyone who has a child feels authorized to give advice, no matter how un-needed that advice, er, assvice may be. I suppose I should prepare myself for a lifetime of assvice...and I should also prepare my right fist for a lifetime of face contact. Or I could just smile, nod, and take a deep breath. A gloriously deep, dust-filled, breath.
posted by Al at 4:07 PM
1 Comments:
Gina - this is in NO WAY directed to you AT ALL. Don't worry! This really is only about the other night. I could not get over how ridiculous this mom was, telling me that I should 'sleep'. If only it were so easy. ;)
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