by Marilyn on August 29, 2007
Once upon a time, when I was pregnant with Jackson, I purchased a body pillow from Target. It was perfect. Floppy, soft, pink and purple and just the thing to lay on at night. When I’m pregnant, I like to lay half on my side, half on my belly. Entirely on my side isn’t comfortable and entirely on my belly always feels like I’m laying on something (yes, even only 8 weeks in!). The best way to accomplish this effect is with a body pillow. But for some reason, my body pillow has gone missing. I have no idea where it has gone, where it could have gone. I didn’t take it to the drive in, I’m pretty sure. Did I? The point is, I can’t find it. I’ve had to sleep this week without a body pillow and it’s been very hard. Each day, I’m more and more wanting to lay in my half on my side/half on my belly position and I can’t accomplish that with blankets alone.
I suppose I could buy a new body pillow. But every store I’ve looked at online has listed pregnancy pillows as being $40 or more! $60 for a “J” shaped pillow? Seriously? That’s just atrocious! Shoot, I got my beloved body pillow for a mere $10 and that worked just fine. So why can’t I have something just like that? Why must they make it so difficult for me??
I just want to sleep half on my side and half on my belly. Is that so wrong?
by Marilyn on August 29, 2007
Whenever someone hears your pregnant and notices that you already have two boys at home, they immediately ask if you’re hoping for a girl. Or worse, they assume you want a girl. I think that’s just goofy. Because, truly, what difference does it make?
My attitudes on this subject have changed a lot over the years. Before I got pregnant the first time, I really wanted to have a baby girl. It’s sort of like when you’re a little kid and you get your first Cabbage Patch Kid. Do you want one of the little boy dolls or a girl doll? DUH! You want a girl, right? At least most every little girl I knew (myself included) did. Because I could identify with a girl. Girls liked the same things I did and we had the same “equipment”. Girls are cute, and sweet and well-behaved, right? So when I found out I was pregnant, I figured it would be a girl and that was what I wanted. Makes sense a little bit, right? But then I found out I was going to have a boy. That seemed unreal to me for a long time, until my boy was in my arms.
I wouldn’t change a thing. I was even a little relieved when I found out Liam was a boy too. I know boys. I can handle boys. Boys are so sweet. I’ve even found myself feeling bad for people who are pregnant with their first child and find out it’s a girl. Or if they have one or two girls at home and won’t be having any more children. I guess because I think they’re missing out on the joy that is having a boy. For years now, I’ve thought that if I could only have one (or two) kid(s), I’m happy it’s a boy.
It’s entirely possible that I think this because I’ve never had a girl. I’ve had plenty of time to get intimidated by having a girl. The longer I have to get used to only boys, the more girls seem strange and foreign to me. I think it’d be nice to have a girl, if only to get to experience the difference and round out my parenting experience. But I doubt I would mind having another boy. I’ve had such wonderful luck with boys. I love watching them explore their world and grow into little men.
The only problem with having another boy is coming up with another boy name. We’re sorta tapped out here.
