Anyone who has been pregnant or stood within three feet of a pregnant person know that people are full of “expert” advice. I happily listen to this advice, even when they are saying I’m dumb for planning natural childbirth or to cloth diaper, and always thank them saying “I’ll definitely take that into consideration.” Before I’m two steps away their “advice” has been deleted from my file of “helpful parenting tips.”
I just don’t have space in my brain for people’s skepticism about my choices on birth and parenting. Sure, I might be 12 hours into labor and change my mind – GET A FUCKING LINE OF DRUGS INTO MY SPINE NOWWWWWW. There is a chance I might get tired of having infant fecal matter in my washing machine and decide to screw my crunchy lifestyle and bring on the disposables. I would not be at all surprised if two weeks into parenting I realize that things I had been labeling as ridiculous gimmicks, like wipes warmers and plastic electronic toys, become an absolute necessity.
I’m ok with being “wrong” and admitting others were “right.” I can handle all these “tips” and “pointers” from people, really I can. I truly appreciate a lot of them, too, as many are genuinely helpful. There is one comment, however, that makes my blood boil.
“So,what are you going to do with your cats? You can’t have cats and babies.”
OMG. You guys. I’m not getting rid of my cats. Thirty-two years ago I came home from the hospital to a house with a bird, an old dog and a spunky young cat. And you know what happened to me having grown up with pets? Um, nothing.
Well, that might be a slight lie. I did grow up to have a respect for all living creatures. I did spend several years fighting like mad for community low-cost for spay/neuter programs. I did grow up to be the person who will stop traffic and save a turtle that is crossing the road. I did grow up to be the person who will sit near a terribly wounded endangered hawk for THREE hours to keep stupid college students from poking it while we wait for a wildlife rescue team.
Growing up with animals in our daily life had a profound impact on both my brother and I.
My child will grow up in a house with pets.
Will there be challenges such as keeping the cats from nesting in the kids’ stroller? Probably. This just means we’ll need to buy jumbo packs of lint rollers so we can remove cat fur before putting a tiny baby in it. We do that anyways before adults sit on our couches. Will we need to keep the cats out of the nursery? Goodness, yes! We already keep all four out of the Professor’s Math
Lair Office. Will we have the occasional teary toddler because he or she tried testing the limits with a kitty? Yep. And will our toddler live to tell about it? Yep.
True Story: Many years ago my brother came running to my mom sobbing over a scratch on his forehead. “Mommy! Boo Cat scratched my head!!!!” My mom smiled and asked how on earth did Boo Cat get all the way up to scratch his head? Hermano sniffled and snotted and responded that he was trying to wear the cat as a hat. Lesson learned: Cats are not fashion accessories. To my knowledge, Hermano has never tried to wear a cat as a hat again.
I know some people get rid of their pets when a child enters their world. I’ll refrain from giving them my opinion on this, and in return I would appreciate if they refrained from giving their opinion on my cats – who have been purring by my side through thick and thin, infertility treatments and loss, sad days and happy days, and will continue to do so until their time has come.
Other notes include: I had a crazy busy weekend complete with an emergency eye doctor visit (just a scratched cornea from my contact lens – not a cat related injury!), a luxurious pedicure, a mediocre hair cut, two yummy dinners out, grocery shopping, freelancing, moping up the cat vomit on the floor (evidently it was barf-o-rama weekend for the felines), making pancakes and devouring a pile of super yummy bubble and squeak. The weekend was so busy that I forgot to: take a belly photo, edit maternity fashion photos, sew a cover for the $4 Boppy. The Professor will be out-of-town at the end of this week so hopefully I’ll have time to return to my blogging promises.
We also scored the Bumbleride photographed above for half off of retail via Craigslist. I was a little panicky to buy such a big-ticket item, but realized that a high-end stroller in such great condition might not pop back up. Every time I walk by the guest room and see it my pulse quickens. Did you know I’m making a baby? Not like a food baby, but a real baby? Holy Crap!
And finally, the Professor went ahead and was honest with the hiring committee in NYC. He explained that I had a 20 week ultrasound and fetal echo scheduled for the 12th, would they mind moving the interview a day or two so he could attend. They responded with a very warm congratulations and happily shifted the date to February 14. So the Professor now has an interview on the west coast this Thursday and then an interview on the east coast next Thursday. Lots of good vibes would be appreciated – this baby might eventually need some shoes