Will You Stay In our Lovers' Story?

My due date is two months from today.





Two months. On the one hand, I can't believe we have to wait another two months to meet our little girl. And besides, I'm already so huge I have no idea where her growing body can possibly expand -- my esophagus? Hollow out a leg? The real estate is getting pretty tight around here.



On the other hand, though, it seems like this pregnancy started moving really fast at a certain point. I'm not sure when that was. I swear I was paying attention.


Two more months to prepare, physically and emotionally, for this new little person who will change our lives forever. It's really real now. We're still scared that something will go wrong, but the closer we get, the more we think that our little Pebbles is actually going to come and live with us.


Atomic played this song for me the other night -- Kooks, by David Bowie. Bowie wrote it after the birth of his son. It's the perfect love song for Pebbles:

Will you stay in our Lovers' Story

If you stay you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow so take a chance

With a couple of Kooks

Hung up on romancing

We bought a lot of things to keep you warm and dry

And a funny old crib on which the paint won't dry

I bought you a pair of shoes

A trumpet you can blow

And a book of rules

On what to say to people when they pick on you

'Cause if you stay with us you're gonna be pretty Kooky too

Will you stay in my Lovers' Story

If you stay you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow so take a chance

With a couple of Kooks

Hung up on romancing

And if you ever have to go to school

Remember how they messed up this old fool

Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads

'Cause I'm not much cop at punching other people's Dads

And if the homework brings you down

Then we'll throw it on the fire and take the car downtown

Will you stay in our Lovers' Story

If you stay you won't be sorry

'Cause we believe in you

Soon you'll grow so take a chance

With a couple of Kooks

Hung up on romancing

Will you stay

As right and good as this song is for us and our child, there's another couple, friends of ours, for whom it is a million times more so. They're struggling right now, but when they do finally get their baby, I think we'll have to record a special version of it for him/her.

Ordinary Bliss

I realize I've slowed down quite a bit on the blogging.

On the one hand, I don't want to peter out so fast. What's going on is pretty interesting . . . to me. It's just not exactly noteworthy or epiphany-inspiring. Yeah, I had my gestational diabetes test, and I passed. Hooray. I gained eleven pounds one month and 0.2 the next. I had a cold. I had a shower. The shower was nice. The cold, not so much. I'm thirty weeks along and, knock wood, all looks pretty good. We found a doula whom we adore, and we're looking forward to planning for the birth. The cat's getting chemo and is back to her old crazy self. Atomic's rewiring the house and moving furniture. I'm making curtains. We've got lots of gear in the house, and lots of tiny pastel pink outfits, despite my ever-growing loathing of pastels.

I don't know if I'll eventually become a mommy blogger. It seems there's already quite a bit of information and opinions about mommyhood in the blogosphere, and I don't know that I've got anything significant to add.

Maybe I'll rediscover the intensity if/when we try for the deuce.

Or maybe I'll just get inspired again once Pebbles arrives.

Or maybe Pebbles will be so all-consuming that I will forget I own a computer.

For now, I think I will continue to post sporadically, when the mood strikes, or when something significant occurs. I just don't know that I will ever again feel like a fevered Crusader seeking the Holy Grail. I mean, don't get me wrong, the Grail is super nice and well worth the pursuit. It's just that, well, "Sir Galahad Sitteth Around At Home With His Wife Admiring The Nice Grail" wasn't exactly a best-seller, was it?