Mom and I were walking through town the other day when I heard a very loud, crying kid behind me. We turned around and saw a rather frazzeled mom struggling to push a stroller and manage all of her packages. I felt bad for both her and the child as she pulled to the side of the sidewalk and tried (unsuccessfully) to get her little one to calm down. However, in my head I also thought, "Jeez, my kids will never do that."
Time for a reality check. My child will probably be just as obnoxious and demanding as every other kid on the planet. My reaction will be the difference. Will I remain relaxed and calm or freak out and yell? Only time will tell, but I hope I don't cross paths with a Super-Mom, who will be sure to let me know the right thing to do.
I had the opportunity to be judgemental a few weeks ago. Mom was about to arrive in Deutschland so I went to the grocery store to pick up a few items. As I was pushing my buggy through the aisles, I saw a mom with her (I am guessing) 6 year old. The Mom was chatting with a friend and not really paying attention to the kid. However, I noticed how the kid was facsinated by the apples in the barrel in front of him. I stopped for a minute to observe and watched as the kid picked up an apple, twisted it in his hands, smelled it, took a bite out of it and then put it back in the barrel.
What on earth . . .?? The kid looked up at his mom, but she was still chatting away. Then the kid did it again with a different apple, and then again with a third! At this point I realized that I had two options. First, I could go up to the woman outraged and ask her to control her kid. Now, this would not be uncommon in Germany, where I have been yelled at in public for wearing the wrong shoes. Second, I could go up to the woman and smile and point out the behavior of her child.
However, I realized that both options made me rather uncomfortable. I would not want someone to embarrass me by pointing out my child's misbehavior. Therefore, I choose door number 3 and kept walking but laughing the entire time.
I thought that a photo for Friday would be a good way to end the week and wish you all a good weekend. Carol has asked about a belly shot, and just to prove that I am indeed with child, behold my big belly. This picture is actually two weeks old. I am even bigger now!
The German and I were watching trashy television a few nights ago and a picture of JLo heading to her celebirty baby shower popped up on the screen. He tilted his head, and said, "Sweetie, I think that you should have more self-confidence about your figure. You are definitly smaller than her." This made me laugh. Only when I with child can I be smaller than a celebirty.
For those of you waiting on the appearence of Little Dude, I am afraid you will have to continue to wait. I went to the doctor this morning and the news was not the best. The baby has dropped but his head is still not fully engaged in my pelvis. To make matters worse, my cervix is still completely closed. No effacement. No dialation. Which all means that the birth could still be weeks away. The good news is that the baby is doing fine. In fact, he is getting big and a bit too fine. I think he does not want to come out.
The doctor mentioned the "C" word today. He says that he will not let me go two weeks over my due date, which means that the baby will have to come out by February 17. I got a little upset. Although I am not opposed to an epidural, I do not want a C-section. Even though it is scary, I really do want to give birth. Sunday I have to go in and be hooked up to the fetal heart monitor to make sure the baby is okay, and I have another appointment on Tuesday afternoon. If my situation has not changed, we talk about the other options.
If the weather is good tomorrow, I told the German that I would help him cut down some trees in the yard. Anyone else with some good ideas on how to naturally induce labor?