Someone mentioned the “minivan craze” to me today…see, that’s why I didn’t want one! But then again, how do you get three carseats into anything smaller? I just went from an Escort hatchback to a pickup truck, and now I’ve got a minivan! Don’t have any kids yet, don’t even look pregnant yet just extremely fat, so I feel like an imposter driving around town in the thing. Didn’t have any trouble getting it, though, no shortage; the craze here is on pickup trucks, everybody wants pickup trucks here.
I’ve never been a very emotional person, but ever since I got pregnant, the tears come without warning. I’ve been crying at sappy television commercials, sad stories, a surprising variety of things. Especially whenever I think about having these babies, the faucets turn on.
I was pretty chubby in the midsection before I got pregnant, and pretty much my entire life I’ve had this lovely crease in my body right around my bellybutton, so whenever I sat down it looked like I had two bellies. Always wearing jeans that were too tight didn’t help this any. So, to anybody who knew me before, I look pregnant now, because before this T-shirts would hang loose past my chest, so you couldn’t see my belly; now my belly pokes everything out past my chest. Only, that lovely crease is still there, all the time. So friends have marveled at how big my belly is getting, but I have yet to have anybody else ask me when I’m due or anything like that; I still walk around in T-shirts and jeans most of the time, so if you don’t know me I just look really fat! Kind of depressing, really.
My mother got me Baby Bach and an album called the Romantic Flute when I got pregnant, plus I have a bunch of celtic, classical, and modern instrumental albums, so I’ve been playing these for the babies, something at least once or twice a day. I have a cheap pair of headphones that I stretch across my belly. Plus, between my piano and flute practice, they get plenty of music! From what I’ve heard, if it’s not too loud for you it will be okay for the baby, so I try to keep mine at about conversational level.