The Type of Parents We’ll Be
August 17th, 2007Today at lunch with Stevel’s friends, it was suggested that at whatever point the Thing gets ears in there we should play it Mozart. I had heard this before. I explained that I had given this some thought, and since the kid and I will be spending just oodles of time together, I don’t want it asking me to play stuff I don’t like. Naturally, then, I was thinking that at ear-time I will play it MY favorite music. Steve let the group know that this would entail a lot of Lionel Richie, and I was like, HELL YEAH. Some jokes were made about “Dancin’ on the Ceiling.” Then, as I was driving home, a great Seger tune came on the Classic Hits station, and I was all, This is the STA-tion! But then the DJ started talking about Ted Nugent tickets, and he referred to the artist as “The Nooge,” and I thought, Is this the right thing to do to a kid? Do I want OUR kid to be the one who doesn’t know a sonata from a TV-ad-jingle but speaks openly at daycare, to his own social doom, about The Nooge?
I’m not particularly superstitious except about two things: The Law of Threes (things happen in threes), and the Jinx. So it is with trepidation that I announce that in the last couple of days, per my doctors’ many promises, I feel I may have turned a corner with the nausea. Friday night through Saturday evening, things were worse than ever: 24 hours unable to keep anything down, and I stopped counting the number of times I had thrown up. Stevel tried to convince me to drink some horrid electrolyte liquid he bought with the gentle suggestion that it might be better than taking it in by IV. Could not do it. Fortunately, I finally got some crackers to stay with me, and it was uphill from there. Since then, I haven’t (NO JINXES, PLEASE!) spewed anything. Perhaps this was the Grand Finale of Morning Sickness?
Other fun aspects of being a vessel of nature continue, of course. The tiredness that is like no other tiredness I have ever experienced. The tiredness that makes me conk out for a 4-hour “nap” (does it even still qualify as a nap at that point, or is it another night?) every afternoon. Just a little daily reminder that, much like an airplane lavatory, I am IN USE.
August 17th, 2007 at 8:09 am
Hope that the worst is over – at least as far as the heaves go. Maybe you guys should play a little of Steve’s music for the baby – how about “Do You Want”?. Bet she/he would like that more than Mozart or Lionel any day!
August 17th, 2007 at 10:13 am
I look forward to providing your child’s first pet donkey. Though robotic, it will nonetheless be gentle, and forgiving.
August 17th, 2007 at 10:55 am
The tiredness is the worst in early pregnancy because it takes a lot of energy to grow the placenta, since the baby itself is still the size of pea, or something.
Glad to hear you’re turning a corner!
August 17th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
NO Ted Nugent, have you seen how he dresses. YOU have much better taste than that. Seger, Meloncamp and The Boss would go over well with the Baby. But are YOU ready for the reaction when he/she starts to dance.
When your mother was pregnant with you, we went to your Uncle Jim and Aunt Marie’s wedding. Our table was near the band and you danced the night away in your Mom. She said you would not keep still when the band played.
Here’s praying that you have turned the corner and can again enjoy the foods you like, like chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate.
August 17th, 2007 at 5:27 pm
Our first will surely cut its teeth on They Might Be Giants, Pearl Jam, and Tenacious D.
When raising geeky hipsters with a sense of humor you can’t start too early!