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?
8 comments:
Placenta Pie?
You just made my naughty part clench.
1. so glad you are writing again. don't even know you and miss your input.
2. I do have a bun in the over (#2) and for our first we did not find out. For this one, we did. I wanted to know for the same reasons you did, hand me downs, bedding whatnot. After birthing #1, he was in a little distress and finding out the sex wasn't top priority. But soon enough, the doctor asked if we had a name, and we yelled in unison- WHAT IS IT? and that was my finding out experience. Euphoric? No. But a surprise nonetheless.
3. I will say I am glad I got to experience both. But to each his own no one decision is better than the other. (BTW- its another boy. i DO NOT KNOW how you guys do it with 3 boys. Write a book. Please.)
Happy birthday to BB.
I can't wait to get this thing out of my body.
Ewww, maybe the pie fight would truly be the next celebrity mom trend and you started that too! Boo-yah!
We didn't find the gender of either and it was awesome.
Placenta pie is only good heated and ala mode.
Your family seems like so much fun. Will you adopt me?
come on back. we miss you. somethings great must be going on in the berg home.
Miss your postings, Moe. Happy birthday to Baby Berg. -Fleetwood
I hope youyr long absence isn't as serious as mine! I had a mild stroke. I'm fine, and lucky! It looks like it's time to ride your ass!!!
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