These Kids Today

So life keeps moving on, my belly keeps getting bigger, I keep lugging my three year old around…less and less but it’s really unavoidable at times. She woke up fussing and crying in her bed the other night and my mother senses deduced that she needed to go to the bathroom. So I heaved her up over my shoulder and carried her into the bathroom, legs bonking my pregnant belly. The baby is getting big enough now that she has a tendency to kick back when she gets nudged and bonked; an interesting prelude to what life with two will be like.

The first week of preschool is behind us and the second one begins today. I keep working on my short story and my novel as the edits on my non-fiction keep moving forward. I still love having the non-fiction project out of my hands for a little while—it was starting to feel like the kid who wouldn’t leave home. But now the project is off to college, being honed and polished and shaped by industry professionals who have expertise I am lacking. I’m so proud.

My pregnancy is, well, pregnancy. I don’t mind it but I’ve also never been one of those people who just loves being pregnant. It’s a little dull frankly. I miss coffee and wine; nettle tea and kefir can only give you so much of a lift in the morning and just don’t hold a candle to wine with dinner at night.

The other day in the car Twila asked me, “Mom, next time dad has wine maybe you could put your finger in it and just taste it” (I decided not to ask where she got this clever idea).

“Oh that’s okay Twila, it’s really not that big of a deal to me. It’s more important that the baby has a good start and gets all the nutrients she needs. I don’t mind skipping wine for a while. Besides, nine months is really a short time in my life, I can wait.”

She gave me a skeptical look from her car seat and said, “Mom, I know you miss wine. But don’t worry, the baby will be born soon and then you can have wine again.”

These kids today—huh?