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Icecream for everybody! | 12 octobre 2008

There are moments when you should be proud of yourself. When you get a better grade than expected in an exam or when you're offered the job when you thought the interview went so bad. And then there is the crucial moment at the monthly check-up at the hospital during the pregnancy. When you have to stand on the scale and that number appears. This time I was very pleasently surprised. "Miss" said the new midwife, this one totally within normal weight limits: "you have gained one kilo since last month". Hurrah. (I knew there was something fishy about the scale or was it sabotage by the other big midwife?Will we ever know?)
Announcing the news to the doctor two hours later (because that is how long it takes) he only had this answer: "Well, you must have been quite hungry". Maybe I was, but no not really, I just have cut down on the desserts, although I can feel that it is the baby's favourite thing. Babylicious moves the most when I eat sweet things, not when it hears funny songs or when Im touched by strangers on the belly (thank god). So I cant stop the sugary treats all together, that would just be mean and unfair. Dont worry little baby, that will not happen.

Less prouder moments are the ones I spend crying on silly things. In two days Ive "only" cried 3 times but Im completely aware that its due to the hormones and its not the real me talking. First I cried because I was so sick of the news, then I cried when I saw a story about a big american eagle flying for the first time from the top of the Mont Blanc. It had been born and raised in captivity and learned to fly with its trainer, go figure where the true moment for the tears lied. The third time was watching a lebanese film "Caramel" about women working in a beauty parlor in Beirut. Girls experiencing the tough rules of society in a middle-eastern country. Where they cant live by themselves - but have to live either with their parents or husbands, where a women is expected to be married a virgin and were they dont really control their own destiny. Anyway, I was just so relieved to be born in a country and culture where I could be myself and wouldn't have to abide to some absurd rules made by men...that I cried.

Now Im just laughing at myself.

Publié par Kolka à 01:09:23 dans Miss baby blabla | Commentaires (0) | Permaliens