Is it just me or has having a baby become much more fashionable? I have three grown children and obviously I have been pregnant at least three times. If you count a miscarriage and a few near misses, I am pretty well versed in the excitement around announcing “I think I might be pregnant”. However, while watching a commercial for a product that can not only tell you are pregnant just a few days after missing your period, but can also tell you just how pregnant you are.
In this commercial, the mother to be and her friend are just overjoyed to learn she is, wait for it, two weeks along. I had already been nauseous every morning and had lost my waistline before the doctor would even see me to decide whether I had indeed conceived.
I am not upset with the technology but more with the big fuss made over pregnancy these days. What am I missing? I wanted all my children, I was in situations that were favorable to expanding our family, in other words I could afford them. I can not remember thinking I had accomplished some great miracle or should I say WE had done something so spectacular.
This would be my first observation, the current practice of saying WE ARE PREGNANT. We are expecting or we are starting our family, absolutely. But WE are pregnant, what am I missing here? Are husbands now carrying the baby on the even months, 2,4,6 and 8? Are they tired all the time and rushing off to the bathroom every fifteen minutes? I don’t think so, what’s up with the we?
Maybe I am just jealous. I am trying to remember if I felt so special while pregnant. I know the news was very exciting to our parents and grandparents, but I don’t think anyone else gave it another thought after congratulations. Where was my babymoon? My pregnancy massages? My diamond push present? Didn’t either of my husbands realize what I had sacrificed for them.
How about the new pregnancy portraits, a cottage industry for photographers. Another boom taking pictures of newborns in all kinds of settings. Why did I have to settle for the very bad pictures taken in the hospital, if I hadn’t dated the pictures I would not be able to tell you which baby was which, all three looked exactly the same.
I believe what I really want is, a do over. Perhaps this is just another symptom of my envy of all the great advances in the world of technology. Instagram to put up pictures of my kids at all times of the day or night. How about the ability to take pictures of my children, without having to find the camera, check for film and make sure the flash attachment was working. The dearth of pictures of my second child is an embarrassment. I also didn’t have Facebook to share my every thought and move, with 500 of my closest friends. Where was Twitter when I needed it to make an important political statement, in 140 characters.
I guess this is all related to wanting what everyone has always wanted! A second chance to correct mistakes, make wiser choices and the ability to know then what we know now. Why didn’t I buy Apple stock when it was twenty-two dollars per share. Just so you don’t have to run off to Google it, that was he initial offering on December 12, 1980.
Which reminds me of another tech marvel GOOGLE, how easy would college have been with Google, I shudder to think of all the missed opportunities.