When I got pregnant last year, I thought about a lot of things that would change in my life. Like going out for a vacation or movie or dinner at our whim. Anytime, any place. Like reading and re-reading my favorite books late into the night. Like talking to H over a cup of steaming ginger tea late into the night. About my girl friends, or petty office politics, or the world hunger problems. I was prepared for these and how. Now vacations have to be pre planned and detailed to the T to make sure everything is baby friendly. Even a trip to the mall is like securing stuff for a rough night. Diapers, change of dress, milk yada yada. Books are a forgotten luxury. Oh boy! I miss them so so much. And as for H and I, there’s hardly any talk, forget world hunger. The little that we get to talk is, of course, about the baby. You know, baby’s milk, baby’s poo. So there.
But one thing that I hadn’t figured was that even friendships changed. Or to put it more correctly, friends change. Even if they are “happy” about your “good news”, in reality, they are just mentally checking you off from the party list. You find that weird, because you, at heart, are still the outgoing fun kinda girl. And when the baby arrives, you’d think they would be there to hold your hand and walk you through this difficult stage in your life. But holy cow. That’s a good morning message for you. In the name of giving you space to figure things out, they almost leave a gaping hole where once they were. Probably they can’t stand the “cutesy baby stuff”. But hey!! Wasn’t that what friendship was all about? In sickness and in health? In love and out of love? Or am I from an era bygone?
By the way, talking of relationships and (lost) love, happy Valentine’s day people. It’s late, but you see, I have just had a baby. Hope you can keep with that, or won’t you?