Thursday, December 15, 2011
My neighbor just told me she is pregnant. I was the very first person she confided in with her first and now her second. With her first pregnancy she ran across the street to show me the pee stick. Her hands were shaking and she looked as though she just saw a ghost.
“Is this right? Are there actually two lines there?” she stuttered in amazement.
After I gave her the confirmation she was looking for she was as happy as a child on Christmas morning. Now, three years later, she called me with that same child like enthusiasm. She would have run across the street again, but my hubby was home and she didn’t want to act like a lunatic in front of him, considering she already did that this morning.
Once again the poe poe and ambulance were called to her house. Last week her three year old woke up with a little wheezing…the ambulance appeared! The Police were not at all amused by this familiar call since they know she has the boy who cried wolf syndrome. Her daughter instantly went back to playing and everything was settled, except for nosey neighbors, like myself, who desired some answers as to all the flashing lights outside our homes. This week, her daughter apparently held her breath till her lips turned blue. The ambulance appeared, police had that same annoyed look on their faces and a poor
EMT guy tripped on their blow up Christmas crap on the front lawn and smashed his nose real nice with blood everywhere. Once again, her daughter went back to playing and our neighbors think she is a total whack job (which we already know she is, but I don’t mind the drama as long as I’m not in it). I have a soft spot for people with some screws lose. Maybe because mine are kind of lose also. But what are you going to do? Drama equals story and story means interesting.
So after this morning’s cop’s episode, she called this afternoon with her baby announcement. I love babies! I’m excited. Especially since I will get all the details and don’t have to experience the pregnancy and all the work that comes along with new baby. I look forward to hearing about the first kicks, the ultrasounds, the baby shower, etc….all the good stuff. I’m sure I’ll have to listen to all the bad as well; the morning sickness, the no sleep, the heartburn, the swelling. I don’t’ mind. That’s what friends are for and I like trying to help by passing along some of my own wisdom from having my own two.
She has no idea what she is in for! A smart ass co-worker of my husbands expressed to him once, “one is heaven…two is hell” while I was pregnant with my second. I chalked up his insight to just crewed and insensitive but was still annoyed at such blasphemy. Little did I know, the man was right. He was like an old wise man (from the
Bronx) that summed up the honor of having more than one child and in just one harsh phrase. I put it in a lot nicer terms for people, “Two is not double the work…its triple!” I’m positive that people will never get the idea until they have their second. Just like you have no clue what being a parent is until you actually are one. You can read all the baby books, babysit all your nieces and nephews until your exhausted, listen to every parent and their stories…You just never know until you are actually in those shoes. That’s probably Gods plan, so we don’t all run scared and never pro create.
The work load is heavy but the pitter patter of little feet, that you made happen, is the sweetest gift in life. You know how you can fully appreciate something even more so when you have worked really hard for it? Well, God makes you work and work and work on and for your children until your dying day. Therefore, you’ll appreciate and cherish them like nothing else. All that work ages you quickly though. Compare two people the same age. One with kids and the other without. The one with kids will always look older. The secret to youth is…don’t have kids. It’s as simple as that. They suck the youth right out of you. On the bright side, you do get to experience your childhood over again. For example: I get to build snow men, the adults take turns sleigh riding on the midget sized sleighs we steal from the kids, I love the bouncy houses and giant blow up slides at the kids parties, plus I get to avoid all the grown up chit chat when I can just chase my kids around. You get to have so much fun again, but all in all, you’re still old, feel old and don’t even try to deny it! Are old, standing beside your little youth suckers!