Baby Love by WALKER REBECCA

Author:WALKER, REBECCA
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: PENGUIN group

August 7

Talked with Trajal last night until I couldn’t talk anymore. He’s going to throw me a baby shower. So sweet. We talked about who should host it with him, where it should be, and how I have to get the registry together. I love the idea of lots of people I like and love welcoming my baby into the world.

Our talking marathon reminded me of college. We used to stay up all night talking about race, gender, art, sexuality, and the latest Madonna video. All while writing papers with titles like “Isolation and Redemption in the Novels of Edith Wharton,” “Man as Totem in Abstract Expressionism,” and “Sign and Signifier in the Hip-Hop Nation.”

Now we’re weighing the pros and cons of co-sleepers.

Is this what it means to grow up? I feel exactly the same, just focused on different feelings, images, products, and a little more tired.

I went online this morning and started dealing with the registry. Setting one up means I have to pick some stuff, and that means making decisions. I am especially bananas over the stroller question. Should I get the “travel system” with the car seat that pops between the stroller and the car? The Euro bathtub? The Happiest Baby on the Block video?

I was online only for a couple of hours, but I am already feeling overwhelmed by the pregnancy industry. Those marketers just reach right in and get us first-time moms because we don’t have a clue what we’ll really need. I know that I feel so much anxiety about being ill prepared emotionally and psychologically that I’ll buy anything and everything to soothe my jangled first-timer nerves.

On that front, I have embarked upon the massage aspect of my pregnancy. I found a great massage therapist who does this out-of-control prenatal thing with pillows and heating pads and sandalwood oil. I just lie there like a beached whale being slathered and rubbed and relieved of aches and pains I didn’t even know I had. It was heaven to surrender to the dimly lit room, Japanese flute music, and tiny dendrobiums in porcelain vases. Of course I had to ask him if he had kids. He said, Oh yes, and my wife insisted I massage her like this every day when she was pregnant.

Lucky, lucky, woman.

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