A little more than a month ago, I could barely move from the couch to the bed, forget shopping! So I wrote H a letter for his birthday this year. This post is an edited version of that letter because talking about constructed gender roles and our flawed system is important in attempting to make a change.
Parenting is so difficult and no wonder it is full of the biggest kind of responsibility, and we have been doing it only for two weeks! But two weeks is a long time, and even with all those terrible times, all the other precious moments make those nasty ones minuscule in comparison.
Earlier this year, our baby-moon road trip through Prague and Berlin was planned around one event- a Celine Dion concert. Even through my excitement, I knew this could shape K's taste in music.
We are all in it- this vicious, self-indulgent, never-ending cycle of posting pictures, sharing online- of forgetting to live in the moment and be present, physically and mentally for special moments, or even mundane everyday-ing and make somehow try to make it all share-online-worthy. I am completely guilty of it too. But not when it comes to K.
After K was born, H and I talked about how to introduce him to Sophie. We did and her reaction and behavior since has been heart-warming.
After 40 weeks and on the due date, as though he had it planned all along, Kian decided an hour before the 1st of November to prepare for his entrance and how!
There were a couple of mild, strange things going on in our apartment building at the time. This new development was in addition to those other series of weird happenings.
Today is das Baby's calculated due date. While H and I still wait, the bright side is that it's a public holiday here in Germany . I'd like to think it's actually for us, in celebration of reaching a full-term pregnancy, but not without a tiny complaint.