BABY BABY BABY
I was very worried that after the baby arrived, all I would be interested in doing is talking about the baby, looking at the baby, thinking about the baby. BABY BABY BABY. That’s sort of what it was like the last month I was pregnant, and especially for the entire week I was overdue. I consciously thought to myself, “What do I even like to do anymore, besides wait for the baby?” The idea of motherhood being an all-encompassing part of my life became overwhelming. There was a lot of crying. It also started to scare me, thinking about losing my boyfriend, fiance, domestic partner (I have sarcastically referred to him as my “companion” too). If we both go batshit crazy over baby then we cannot possibly have time for each other, and I’m only 25 and should be selfish enough to get a few years alone with the love of my life before I fork over all my time and energy to a goddamn baby.
Well, the baby came two weeks ago, and reality set in very quickly. That reality is that I have found somebody who is so perfectly suited for me, and I will do everything in my power to make him happy. A couple months ago we talked about how there are two types of people in the world: people who love their kids more than their spouses, and people who love their spouses more than their kids. I will always love him more, because I picked him. Baby picked us.