Last month I was in the doctor's office, waiting for my yearly exam. (Sorry brother, you probably didn't want to know that). The other patients in the room were pregnant. One was barely showing and had obviously just moved to town (they were a military family). One was probably fairly close to her due date and having contractions. One woman came out from having seen the doctor carrying ultrasound pictures of her TWINS. I just sat there reading a magazine for first-time parents who haven't a clue what they're doing. I didn't say a word to anyone, I just listened and observed. I quickly assumed that all the women there were first-time moms. I wondered what they were analyzing as they looked at me. Did they think I was pregnant, too old to be pregnant, beginning menopause? Did they think, "Oh, I hope I'm not having kids when I'm that old!"? Facing my 39th birthday soon, I kinda hoped they didn't think I was too old to have a baby. There were moments that morning that I felt that longing to have just one more baby. Going to the doctor is the fun part - hearing the heartbeat, etc. (Not fun at the end, though! No one likes getting checked, thankyouverymuch! )
Everything in the room was fairly quiet, except for one mom. She received a phone call and proceeded to talk loudly about her baby and what they will name her. "We really like Lily Kate, but we really haven't decided." I found myself quite annoyed at her lack of respect. So much so that when I got a phone call from hubby, I went to the farthest part of the waiting room and spoke softly. He was out shopping for our son's soccer shorts and shin guards. He needed to ask me about some sizes, etc.
When the call was over, I had to chuckle at the stage of life I find myself in right now. Although being pregnant is a terribly exciting time of life, so is being a "soccer mom". My boys are growing up, becoming more independent, becoming little men. I love this stage. I don't miss the baby years. They were sweet at times and I loved them, but I'm embracing this stage too!
So, I find myself with a very typical job description that I'm really OK with. I'm a minivan-driving, work-at-home, President-of-the-PTO, soccer mom.
3 comments:
C'mon...admit it...if you knew for sure that you wouldn't deliver in the car on the side of the road...you would do it again.
And by the way, I don't think you look too old to have a baby.
I'll admit it, sometimes I do think that!! If you and I could time it just right and be pregnant at the same time, just to drive mom crazy (and the rest of the family) it would be worth it! Only if we lived across the street from you!
I hope what they were thinking was, "Dang, I hope I look that good after I've had my kids!"
...the house across the street from me is still for sale...
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