Time in a bottle.

by statia on January 21, 2011

The other day, I was sitting in the waiting room, while the Mini was in OT (I love that we’ve reached that stage, now, where he goes in, and I get a whole hour to myself to read).  The building is a small medical office, and the waiting room is shared with the lab, so there’s often people in there, waiting to have blood drawn.   A couple came in together and sat down.   It was obvious (to me), why they were there.   They had just come from the OB office across the hall.

They were there for their routine pregnancy blood-work.  Her conversation with her husband, of things like, the hospital affiliation, and that this was the same OB her friend used, just solidified my hypothesis.   She looked all glowy and happy.  She had that underlying giddiness about her.

And I remember those days.  Those early days, when I was newly pregnant.  And I wish I could bottle up that excitement and save it forever.  Even though, my pregnancies were filled with extreme trepidation and worry, there was the newfound hope.  A new road.  One that I had never been down before.   I was kind of jealous of them.   Because there would never be that feeling again.  That feeling is now stored in my distant memory.  Hopefully a memory that won’t fade as much with time.   A memory that is now shelved next to new memories and feelings.

Along with my jealousy, was this feeling of smugness.  I felt like an asshole, but it was funny to watch, and think to myself “yeah, I was where you were, and you have no idea what you’re in for.”  As the Mini almost ran into her, as he wasn’t looking where he was going.  I told him to please watch where he was going.  In her honeymoon state, she didn’t mind at all.  And I find the amount of patience you have for kids, when you’re newly pregnant, kind of adorable.   Because if someone else’s kid runs into me now, I want to punt them into next week.  Watch where you’re going, you little brat!  Like I don’t get enough of that at home?

I won’t be that asshole, though.  I’ll smile and say, “congratulations,  it’s hard work, but it’s worth it.”   And then I’ll go home and wipe up piss off of my floor, after hearing the Mini scream “MOM, I PEED ALL OVER MYSELF AND I GOT IT ON THE FLOOR.”

I’d like to see her, have that glowy happy air about her as she’s mopping up piss off the bathroom floor.  Again.


Kathy January 21, 2011 at 12:55 pm

It’s funny you posted this today because just yesterday I was thinking about how easy it all seemed once. Then I came home from a field trip with 27 five year olds from the zoo, got the baby up from his nap only to find him covered head to toe in poop. It felt like a right of passage almost. Ahhh pregnancy. How naive we were ;)

Wombat Central January 21, 2011 at 2:01 pm

Those giddy hormones must be there for a reason… so we’ll keep having kids even after we know about the pee and poo.

wendy January 21, 2011 at 8:58 pm

You should have leaned in close and said “They make you take them home when you leave the hospital, dude.” Then laughed maniacally and walked away. ;)

Kelley @ Magnetoboldtoo January 25, 2011 at 2:31 am

You READ while he is in OT?!?!?

You mean you are not forced to go in there and act as translator and referee?

So unfair.

And so not what this post was about. Heh.

statia January 26, 2011 at 7:56 pm

Not after the age of 3. They whisk them away. It bugs me, but that’s the way it’s done here. Helps you develop trust, that’s for sure.

Fawn February 1, 2011 at 10:53 am

You are so funny and mopping up all that pee means you’ve earned that badge of smugness and even the right to point and laugh at the cute and clueless expecting parents,if you so choose.

Old School/New School Mom February 9, 2011 at 6:47 pm

Ah yes…I had that feeling the other day when I went for a postpardum visit with my OB. There was a very pregnant lady there and I had my two week old infant with me. She looked totally oblivious as to what she was in for. The joys of motherhood: pee, poop and vomit!

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