There are things you know, and then there are things you experience. Like morning sickness for example. The name itself is deceiving. It's cruel really. Being sick all day, feeling like throwing up at the thought, smell or sight of food, but being more sick if you don't eat. I remember being frustrated that there wasn't a trashcan near the checkout line in the cafeteria at work. (Seriously, didn't anyone consider that someone might need to throw up right here!?) I used to think, why didn't anyone warn me about this? Why does everyone act like morning sickness is this dreamy, fun kind of sick where neausea is accompanied by this flutter of excitement and joy at the precious bundle growing inside your tummy? At some point I realized that someone had told me, but in my wisdom I chose to ignore them or think they were exaggerating.
And here I am, 3:30 a.m. tempted to wonder why nobody warned me about this part of being a mom. But then I hear it, way back in the recesses of my mind. Babies are not easy Kristin. Sometimes they get upset tummies and fuss all night long. You won't get much sleep for a long time. Ya, ya I know. I remember what it's like. I was the mature and responsible age of 13 when Jake was born, remember! I can totally handle this, just the way I did back then. It will be exactly the same. Ya . . . it's just the same . . . except I wasn't the mother . . . I was an adolescent . . . small details you seem to forget . . .
But you know what I have realized? Even if I had listened and comprehended the warnings I probably would have been silly enough to do it anyway. Because sometimes, when I look at her face, I wonder what took her so long to get here. I guess I wasn't listening when people told me about how great it was either.
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