My internet bff Kate (I am so obnoxious. Poor Kate.) cracked me up in her comment on my last post. I probably *will* turn into my own mother and make my children painfully embarrassed of me. I will probably also enjoy it immensely when they cringe and try to shut my insane mom ramblings out. Bwahaha exactly.
I was reading Mel's last blog over at Stirrup-Queens (how amazing is she? I mean, really.) and she talked about how infertility shapes how she views the world. (She spoke about lenses actually, which totally transported me back to K*nneth Burke and freshman year Comm. studies)
I wonder specifically if infertility will have an affect on me as a mother (I'm so optimistic today: I keep referring to my future children as though they are a done deal. I'm apparently also very hyped on parenthetical side notes...)
What if I have only one kid? Will I become one of those nervous mothers you sometimes see who has one child and so they won't let the child do anything even slightly dangerous like play football or eat dirt or have friends? Even if I have more than one, will *infertility* make me treat them like fine china? Will I suddenly become my mother and be painfully embarrassing and tell them detailed stories about how they were conceived????
Baby picture below
Maybe I will be a pushy mother instead and force them to achieve achieve achieve. Like my dear friend R, who is making poor baby S study for law school even though he is only five months old:
It *did* take her a long time to conceive him...