Maya is one week old today. I am still in a haze (partially drug-induced) but if I don’t write this down, I will forget. I have already forgotten some details and need pictures to trigger my memory. I don’t know why it is so hard to remember the birth of a child. It’s like the memory of a dream that keeps slipping away when you focus on it.
But if you want to see some pictures of Maya, you can see them on Marti’s site.
The thing about pregnancy is that the end is so unnerving. I mean, all I could remember from being pregnant with Ben is how awful I felt at the end, so I was quite surprised that I felt good during this pregnancy for about 7 months (illnesses aside) before the misery really began. I’m also glad I blogged this pregnancy because it will give me some perspective. I kept a journal with Ben, but I always had the thought in the back of my mind that he would read it someday and so I was overly cheerful. Maybe it’s because Maya is a girl and I already have expectations that she’s going to have to be tough, but this time I was like, “Oh, what the hell,” and I was just honest.
The irony is that this was a great pregnancy. Sure, I was tired, and had to work, and I kept getting the flu, but if I hadn’t found out about Maya’s cleft lip and subsequently freaked for about 2 months I would have thoroughly enjoyed being pregnant. One of my favorite things about pregnancy is the ability to wear absolutely atrocious clothing without worrying about it. (more…)
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