Magic

Welp. Another holiday season come and gone, but oh, it was fun nonetheless. Also, slightly panic-inducing, as I realized it was (God-willing), my last one sans baby, which is so exciting and thrilling and scary, I can sort of hardly see straight. I could also hardly see straight from bald-ass terror and fury when my stepmom insisted on taking the belly photo she’d meant to take earlier in the weekend this morning, pre-shower, when I’d been clearly visited by the hair gremlins, not to mention the wrinkled pajama fairy. AWESOME. What better photo to make the family rounds? Why not take one YESTERDAY, when I was wearing an adorable little sweater set and a great accessories, not to mention MAKE UP?

So anyway, yes, my parents were here this weekend, and it was wonderful and completely and utterly bizarre, when I realized that the next time I see them, I’ll have a baby, and oy, that brings me to my other conundrum, which is that my WHOLE FAMILY wants to descend upon us the moment we go into labor, and while this makes me feel very, very loved (seriously … SO LOVED), I can’t decide if I’m going to want everyone here right away, or if I’m going to want a day or two to just be with my kid and figure out how to hold her without fear of her head falling off like wilted dandelion. Also, without fear of hovering Experienced Parents telling us we’re Doing It Wrong.

Is this rational? Or will I want them there to tell me that I’m Doing It Wrong, because in fact, I WILL be Doing It Wrong?

I honestly don’t know, and I’m not sure anyone can tell me, as we’re all unique little snowflakes, and oh poor me, my family wants to come help me and see my baby. CRY ME A RIVER.

Something else I wondered while hanging out with my family this weekend: When is it that you learn Magic Mom Things? You know, those things that only moms know how to do, whether it’s cleaning a stainless steel sink to a perfect shine in four seconds flat, or instinctively knowing how to handle a pull in Berber carpet. I don’t think I’m ever going to be effective at those Magic Mom Things unless there is some date in the future where all new moms are taken to a strange room in heaven where we all learn how to mend seams in five minutes or less.

At any rate, I’m exhausted and off to bed — I get pathetically fatigued earlier than usual these days, not to mention spending an inordinate amount of time whining that my back hurts and grunting like a pig when I take off my boots.

But! I hope you are off to a rousing start to 2009, and made as many delightful discoveries to improve your health and happiness as I have (a body pillow and Honey Bunches of Oats with Peaches have made my life CONSIDERABLY better these days).

Happy Monday!

*Um, the one I had in mind is Olivia Newton-John, and I love it, and I DO NOT CARE WHO KNOWS.

38 comments January 4th, 2009