it's been a month...but more importantly, it's been a year.
today marked the beginning of bb's 53rd week on the planet. so far so good.
sleeping, eating, walking and kicking off our very first family cake fight with panache.
he started it. honest.
aside from that, i'm going to let you all in on a brand new birthing trend i've come up with. if you've got a bun in the oven, feel free to adopt it as your own. just remember, when the idea catches on, and you read about celebrity moms doing this in people magazine, you heard it here first.
the idea came to me in a flash a few weeks back when i interviewed a pregnant woman who seemed, at least to me, kind of smugly self satisfied with the notion of not finding out her baby's gender before it was born.
before i continue, let me state for the record, that i definitely don't think there's anything wrong in any way with enjoying The Big Surprise upon your child's arrival. personally, the mrs and i decided to find out what she was brewing each time because a)we were having twins and we wanted to be ready and b)we already had twins and wanted to know if we should save the hand-me-downs.
but you're you. do your own thing.
it's just that, in this instance, talking to this particular mom, she sort of made me feel like even proposing the very idea of merely contemplating such an act was against God's plan for the miracle of her baby's birth. and so i needed to come up with something that took the surprise even further. something that i initially proposed in a smart ass manner, but after a little contemplation, actually seemed to me to be sort of sweet.
here's how it works...
when your kid is born, don't let the doctor or doula or midwife or contest winner or whatever baby-birthing pro you've decided to go with tell you if it's a boy or a girl. insist on having him or her hand you the kid immediately so you can peep what it's packing and make the big announcement yourself.
what do you think? could this catch on? could actual sentiment be born of cynicism?
what if step two was to bake the placenta into a pie?
today marked the beginning of bb's 53rd week on the planet. so far so good.
sleeping, eating, walking and kicking off our very first family cake fight with panache.
he started it. honest.
aside from that, i'm going to let you all in on a brand new birthing trend i've come up with. if you've got a bun in the oven, feel free to adopt it as your own. just remember, when the idea catches on, and you read about celebrity moms doing this in people magazine, you heard it here first.
the idea came to me in a flash a few weeks back when i interviewed a pregnant woman who seemed, at least to me, kind of smugly self satisfied with the notion of not finding out her baby's gender before it was born.
before i continue, let me state for the record, that i definitely don't think there's anything wrong in any way with enjoying The Big Surprise upon your child's arrival. personally, the mrs and i decided to find out what she was brewing each time because a)we were having twins and we wanted to be ready and b)we already had twins and wanted to know if we should save the hand-me-downs.
but you're you. do your own thing.
it's just that, in this instance, talking to this particular mom, she sort of made me feel like even proposing the very idea of merely contemplating such an act was against God's plan for the miracle of her baby's birth. and so i needed to come up with something that took the surprise even further. something that i initially proposed in a smart ass manner, but after a little contemplation, actually seemed to me to be sort of sweet.
here's how it works...
when your kid is born, don't let the doctor or doula or midwife or contest winner or whatever baby-birthing pro you've decided to go with tell you if it's a boy or a girl. insist on having him or her hand you the kid immediately so you can peep what it's packing and make the big announcement yourself.
what do you think? could this catch on? could actual sentiment be born of cynicism?
what if step two was to bake the placenta into a pie?
