Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Beware the imposter

Have you ever been somewhere or attended an event where you felt like such an imposter? That was me last night at prenatal yoga. 1) I was the least pregnant person there; 2) I was possibly the youngest person there (with the exception of the strangest looking woman-child...she came in holding a stuffed elephant with a Santa hat on it and clutching a blanket...and looked to be about 15 years old...but I don't think she was...I will investigate further...once I meet my ellipses quota for the day); 3) I don't have a big belly yet which is clearly proof that this baby doesn't exist and my doctor is trying to pull a fast one on me.

I guess I am just not used to the idea that I am one of "them". One of those women who is incubating the best of the next generation of our country's leaders. I felt so out of place and much like I was pretending. Kind of like when you were 10 and played pretend house, and school, and store in your basement with the neighborhood kids...complete with props and everything. When we went around introducing ourselves, I felt like I should jump up and leave because they could all see right through me. I wonder when this will all begin to feel real.

This was also the first time I have ever been in the company of 25 other pregnant women at one time. I was completely amazed by the differences in body shape while pregnant. There were women who had gained weight from top to bottom and women who just inflated a basketball under their shirts. Many women were in their 25-30th weeks and each looked completely different from the rest. One woman was in her 40th week, at the very end, and looked completely pissed off that the kid hadn't shown up yet. Hell, I don't blame her at all.

I have a long way to go. Yesterday I reached the 12th week (according to various parenting websites), a huge milestone in pregnancy-land. Next Monday I will be in the second trimester, when all the fun starts. We'll get to feel the baby begin to move in a few weeks, and we'll be able to find out the sex of the baby by the end of next month. Then when I ask "I wonder what we're having?", Tim can stop responding with "a baby!". He's such a comedian.


In house news, we're still looking for an electrician so feel free to send some my way if you have recs. Also, so help me god, I will tear up the carpet in the guest room and baby's room myself if I have to. Consider this my first threat, Mr. Smith.

1 comment:

Danielle said...

Um, I never played those imaginary games, either...I was apparently too busy telling everyone on the block that there was no Santa. I look forward to keeping up the Santa tale with your bean for many, many years.