Summer

The babe has been nicely active today, although I notice a slight pattern shift: longer quiet periods, longer activity periods. Eeek, what if witch baby is growing up already? :)

Thank god though. Yesterday was really very difficult during the quiet periods.

I have discovered that being pregnant in the summer is about as hard as you would think. Today's it's quite warm - 26 celsius - and sticky humid. Walking to the mall and back I really felt like I was carrying a fur coat over my belly. The last few blocks back I was walking awfully slowly just because I felt heavy and sticky and bleah. I think this may require some plans.

I finally got over the book hurdle and bought witch baby his or her own Eric Carle - The Very Quiet Cricket. Sadly the only copy they had makes its own cricket noise, so we're losing the battle on battery-operated toys already buuuut - it is really cute. And a nice story about voice.

I also found a great book - I love you like crazy cakes. I liked the title so much I was all set to buy it until I read it and realized it was a heavily adoption story in the first person - "you lived with nannies in China, and I wanted a baby," kind of thing. It's great - the mum goes on the plane and gets the baby and brings her to the hotel and puts hats on her and comes back with the baby and all the family is there... it's quite cool. (There's also an implication that mummy is a single mum, I think.) So although I liked the story and I think stories are stories - I mean hello? witch baby is not a cricket - I also thought it might be a liiiiiitle confusing.

So I bought it for someone else, ha. And it's perfect for her because her baby *is* coming from China!

But I showed it to Carl and he said why not keep it? And when I pointed out the confusion we both came up with the same idea... man can you ever psych out your kids. We could read that story to witch baby and maybe witch baby would get the idea that s/he was adopted from China!

Parental power can be awful wide in scope at times.

I was asked again if this is my first pregnancy and I said yes. It got me through conversation easily, but I felt like shit for a while - disloyal, or something. The thing is, the people at the counter at the toystore aren't asking to know. But I still feel weird about kind of disowning Emily that way. And yet then the next question is "how old is your daughter" and that tends to make me get teary. So I don't know. A little social lubrication, but it makes me feel greasy.