I stared down at the test, that test that turned positive the very second it had the opportunity to, and thought-Huh. That is happening. Then laughed-like a maniac. Like Kristen Wiig’s character in Bridesmaids when Maya Rudolph’s character tells her she’s engaged. A crazy person laugh. Who in the universe thinks I’m suitable to parent a child? It’s one of those scenarios where you’re at that age where you make the decision not to try, per se, but not to not try. So, while it may eliminate some of the stress of trying, it also terrifies the shit out of you when it actually happens. Delusional as it is, I don’t feel old enough to be a parent. I like to sleep in, and read for 4 hours straight, man. How’s that going to work?
And oh, what a time o’ learnin’ it’s been for me so far. Some things I’ve discovered:
1)For someone with a pretty nasty temper as a baseline, my rage has reached hair trigger proportions that surprise even me. Make a stupid mistake at work? You should lay low from me for a few days. Say something thoughtless, no matter how well-intentioned? You should probably get a helmet. And please, PLEASE don’t make me repeat myself, or worse, tell me I’m wrong. I will kill you.
2)Method cucumber-scented dish soap is the worst smell in my world. Second, of course, to the sudden onslaught of unwashed humans I seem to encounter everywhere.
3) I am never going to stop being sick. Ever again.
4)My body has betrayed me around every corner. The sickness, the fatigue, weird aches and pains and stretching and joint stiffness. And everything is so…cumbersome. I am not used to having to take it easy when I don’t want to, move slower, not lift things. And where the hell are all those veins coming from?
5)Babies require a ton of shit. In the past few days, I have ventured online to check out registry items…and it’s terrifying. How the hell do you even start? I need a framework, or flowchart, or something. And possibly a flare gun for when I actually enter one of these stores. Hooter Hider Nursing Cover…I think I’ll pass. And why is baby stuff so…babyish? I don’t do frilly and cartoonish and animal motifs…and neither shall Jenn H 2.0.
6)People are realllll comfortable giving unsolicited advice, from their throne of parenting perspective. To you folks, see item #1 above.
Now that I’m heading into my second trimester, the reality of all this is settling in. I am going to be responsible for navigating life for another human. Me, who can’t even wrap a gift properly. And it’s not the safety and health of a baby that scares me-I have that down pat, that’s the easy part. It’s raising a good person. A smart, empathetic, well-rounded, strong, happy person. That’s a big job. So, I’m off on this path, not quite sure how I’ll navigate it, but I think I’m ready. Or at least I will be. For now, though, I’m focusing on growing this little person…and trying to keep myself from ripping someone’s head off in the process.