I just spent hours on the phone with the car insurance company and the cable company. I don’t think I want to be on the phone anymore today. I don’t understand why people don’t get the concept of good customer service, or customer service at all. Like I NEED to be stressed out and frustrated.
To calm those nerves I spent less than an hour at the bookstore looking for a book I heard about on TV yesterday. Exploiting My Baby, by Teresa Strasser. There are so many clinical books out there that explain the what and the wherefore, but this seems to be a more down-to-earth look at the reality of pregnancy. Once I let the bookstore take over, and let myself breathe for a moment, I found another book that seems equally amusing and not all that neurotic: The Girlfriends’ Guide to Pregnancy, by Vicki Iovine.
Having just found out we’re having a boy, feeling his heartbeat and seeing his little body inside me, things seem more real now. Not that they weren’t before. It’s just the idea that there is a little nugget inside me, spending my days and nights with me, 24/7… bonding with me, just hanging out. It’s incredible. And no, I don’t want to be one of those women who’s all, Check out my baby, he’s better than you’re baby… I’m just amazed at how connected I feel. Yes. I’m that sappy.
And the beautiful thing? I was so incredibly stressed dealing with people on the phone all morning that I never want to be on the phone again, and the calming effect of the bookstore and getting books that will tell me what’s going on with the little nugget is pretty darn cool.
And the animals are actually calm. I wonder if they can sense anything?