It's all About the Bump

Happy New Year everyone! We've been to 2 parties in two days and I've eaten  a lot but obviously been tee-total, though I did neck a whole bottle of bubbly grape juice last night which made me feel like a rebel and sent me to the loo ten times. The topic of conversation around me now is babies. Whether I want to talk about world affairs, music, films & books matters not - inevitably people steer it back to the most obvious subject in my presence - the large bump that sits out front.

The questions are always the same and generate the same discussions. Here's a small sample:

• I'm having a c-section. Not by choice, because regardless of what my cheeky husband tells you, I'm not 'too posh to push".  I'm having a c-section because I've had one before, the baby is big and I'm old. I had one before because I'd had a "procedure" for pre-cancerous cells, the baby was big and I was old.
  
• No, I am not going to breast feed this time, but hey, thanks for asking nosey-parker. I did last time & had a terrible time. Kudos to women who do.
• Jack knows he has a baby brother coming. He asked me today how baby Danny is going to get out of my belly. I told him I'd hiccup him out. I was cornered so panic-answered but hopefully I haven't scarred him for life.
• This is it - no more kids for us. During the section, my Doc is going to tie my tubes. She assures me that it's just another 5 minutes and as she says "well, I'm in there anyway so may as well...".  I hope I don't feel sad about this afterwards, like a choice has been taken away from me. 

I also find that most women want to talk about their experiences too, to share stuff with me and and tell funny stories of obnoxious nurses or embarrassing moments or goofy husbands. I love being a part of it all - it's a club all mothers belong to that unites us and gives us things to talk about, even when we haven't even met before. I'll miss that part of my pregnancy.