Sunday, February 17, 2008

 
so, like every other thing in my life that I was supposed to accomplish by some milestone deadline date or face certain life-ruining misery forever, His Miniature Majesty is late. Only by three days so far, but late is late. damn it.

The world will have to wait for Yet Another Privileged White Boy to show his privileged face, smile his privileged smile, shit his privileged pants, and make his oppressive way from privileged infancy through his privileged childhood, into and beyond his privileged adolescence and away into his privileged adulthood, crushing the flower of womanhood beneath his heavy bootheel with every step he takes.

or, you know, he could grow up human, despite my best efforts.

That is, if he even shows up at all. I'm starting to doubt I was ever pregnant in the first place, first-trimester misery be damned. I must have made it all up. If I was really pregnant in the early spring of 2007, I'd have a baby by now, right? As it is, all I have now is the ass end of a wicked flu, sneeze incontinence and some seventeen extra pounds sitting lazily across what useta be my waistline (such as ever existed).

I guess he could still show up. I've tried putting a dish of Mountain Dew between my legs, to sort of coax him out, like a cat out from under the sofa, but no deal. same with the dirty ashtray. he's just not interested. I'm finally knitting him a cute little baby hat (well, to be honest, I'm unraveling a baby hat that I thought was cute but turns out to be rife with error), thinking maybe he's shy or concerned with being cold or something. Another thing I'm doing is speculating.

I have avoided making a lot of assumptions or expectations about (or cute little baby clothes for) The Fetus Who Would Be Baby, mostly because I'm a little superstitious. Don't want to jinx him at all. But this does not stop other folks from, you know, setting up due date pools - which are all out of whack now that the lazy little guy is late...wonder if anyone lost money on that? I mean, people will bet on anything - date, time, weight, length, length of labor, circumference of head, anything really.

But this morning I was full of conjecture and speculation. I can't resist any longer. Thought I'd share them with y'all, for your wagering pleasure. this is all highly scientific, of course, being based on exactly nothing. please, feel free to lay whatever odds you like, prognosticate at will, and share with the rest of the class. I'll get you started:

Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: auburn. Texture: Frizzy to a socially-crippling level
Body Type: endomorph (heavyset)
Skin Type: pasty, pale, excessively freckled
First Word: "NO!" age: three weeks
First tooth: four months First Biting of Mommy: four months, one day
First Swallowing of Something Dangerous: one year
First Willful Destruction of Something One Of Us Really Liked: two years
First Incident of Humiliating Parents To Death in Public: two and a half
Learns to Read: three years
Learns to Read Very Dirty Words: three years, one day
First Fire Set: four years
First Emergency Room Visit: five years
First Unanswerable Theological Question: six years Topic: "who did Cain and Abel marry?"
First Fistfight: seven years
First Time Parents Realize They're Late for the Birds and Bees Talk: eight years
First School Suspension: sixth grade
First Cigarette: twelve years
Last Cigarette: twelve years, one day
First Time I Threaten To Send Him To Military School: twelve years, six months
First Shave: thirteen years
First Band That Simply Must Practice In Our Basement: thirteen years Instrument: percussion.
Name of band: Phlegm In My Eyes
Duration of band: six months
First Significant Other: fourteen years
Duration of Relationship: three months
Duration of Unbearable Teen Angst: one excruciating year
First Time I Find a Condom In His Pocket: fourteen years
First Beer: fourteen years Brand: Sam Adams Environment: Home, dinner
First Beer at Raging Kegger: fifteen years
First Hangover: day after Raging Kegger
First Job: sixteen years Workplace: Abercrombie & Fitch Duration: three weeks
First Time Police Bring Him Home: fifteen years, six months
Circumstances: shoplifting socks from Abercrombie and Fitch
First Car: sixteen years Year/Make/Model: 1995 Honda Civic Color: Primer
First Car Wreck: sixteen years, six months
First Time I Find Pot In His Pockets: seventeen years
First Pregnancy Scare: eighteen years

Ah, sweet innocence of childhood!

That's about all I can think of, for the time being. I feel strangely a little better, seeing all my dire predictions all laid out like that.

I feel better reminding myself that I am not giving birth to a precious little bundle of perfection personified, but in fact to a baby human being, who's gonna fuck up the same as I did, and needs to learn to be in the world in as respectful and decent a fashion as possible.

Lest I be misunderstood, I don't plan to greet his every act of criminal mischief (or worse) with a cup of hot cocoa, a tilt of my head and a "boys will be boys!" I mean, I do understand that raising a boy to be a good man, by which I mean a man of kindness, empathy, altruism, loyalty, gentleness, strength, etc - it might require a hard line on some things, harder than I can even comprehend. I might need to (quel horreur!) spank or something. I and my husband may need to Talk To The Boy, for hours and hours on end.

"Look kid - the expression is 'boys will be BOYS', not 'boys will be disrespectful, inhumane, destructive, hateful, spiteful, naughty, thoughtless, obnoxious, bullying little monsters'. You will apologize/make restitution/knock it off/ RIGHT THIS MINUTE!"

I do, however, want to be sure I have as realistic a view of parenting as possible, so I'm not surprised when my kid acts all...well...naughty. Like I did. Like my husband did.

looking forward to your predictions, folks. Wish I knew how these mysterious "odds" worked.

Comments:
i predict he will be out soon. *nods*

i was three days late m'self. lifelong procrastinator, me. dunno what that says. i guess he likes it in there!
 
he could do worse than to emulate Auntie Belle. :)
 
Maybe this is just his way of patriarchally oppressing you?
 
First Time Parents Realize They're Late for the Birds and Bees Talk: eight years

LOL! I overheard a little girl today at the laundromat ask her mother, who was folding clothes at the time, what "sex" was and the mother harrumphed, saying "Where did you hear that word?" The little girl said it was written on the wall in the bathroom (sure enough, it is, and it says "Sex is Good" in block letters, along with BUSH BLOWS...the S is a swastika).

The mother tweaked a bit and replied "Sex is German for six." That girl is in for a rude awakening.
 
Here's hoping Wolfie gets his act together!
 
ap, predict the first time you think you find pot that belongs to Wolfgang only to realize its your husband's.
 
"Young man, in this house we SHARE!"

kidding, kidding. bad taste, I know.
 
Just like his mom, he'll be here when he's good and ready!

I was 5 days late with my oldest- I was ready to give up.

I'm also interested to see which gets here first--Wolfie or the gift I sent (scheduled to ship Tuesday.)
 
sharon, I think that we'll receive your (GENEROUS and UNEXPECTED) gift well before he drags his sorry tail up outta the womb.

who knows, maybe if he stays in there long enough, he'll come out weaned, toilet trained and fluent in six languages.
 
snowdrop - he's already oppressing at a fifth-grade level. it's part of why I've been in such a cheerful, lighthearted, happy mood lately (/sarcasm).
 
I predict:
First pot in the pocket:15 yrs (why should you get to wait 2 yrs longer than me?)
First pregnancy scare: 16 yrs (ditto)

Age of Birds/Bees discussion: 7 yrs. Mine said (after discussion) "Mom, that's gross."

I redict he will be smarter than average, possessing great empathy and curiosity, and be the first spokesperson for a revolutionary new hair care product that transforms socially-crippling frizz to soft, glossy curls. That, or he'll be so awesome he makes frizz into The New It Thing, and improve the lives of frizzy red-heads worldwide.

I am hoping he never has a car wreck, and will always make you feel loved, even when he's screaming at you.
 
(((rootie))) I knew you'd understand.

these fakeout contractions are really annoying.
 
This is a very trying time for you. Waiting and waiting and waiting.
My experience says that just about the time you're ready to slit your belly with a letter opener, you'll be on your way to the hospital for real. Also- 3 out of 4 times, (for me)eggplant parmesan precipitated labor. Coincidence? I don't think so.
 
Starting the voodoo.....NOW.

MOjomojomojomojo....come OUT wee patriarch!
 
we'll see what the doctor says tomorrow morning.

I will do whatever she tells me to do. if she tells me to drink vodka&frog spit on the rocks, I'll make it a double.
 
Ap's water broke around 3:00am today. Wolfgang is on the way! =)
 
Hoorah! Here I was just going to suggest drinking castor oil!
 
best wishes for a safe and (relatively) easy delivery!
 
C'mon Wolfie! Your aunties are awaiting your oppression!
 
(((cries copiously)))

A baby boy is a source of joy!--sappy greeting card I saw once.

(kisses and hugs for my AP)
 
The first thing I thought of when I saw how flippantly you were treating the issue of oppression, was, "he's gonna be a rapist".

Because, geewhiz, your son would never internalize negative perceptions about women, so you don't have to worry about it.

There's a difference between making fun of our sexist, racist culture, and dismissing it as a problem which needs no further attention.

You dismissed it. That's probably kinda harsh considering all the stresses of new parenthood, but it's exactly when we are most stressed that our true beliefs emerge. You dismissed it.
 
The first thing I thought of when I saw how flippantly you were treating the issue of oppression, was, "he's gonna be a rapist".

Because, geewhiz, your son would never internalize negative perceptions about women, so you don't have to worry about it.

There's a difference between making fun of our sexist, racist culture, and dismissing it as a problem which needs no further attention.

You dismissed it. That's probably kinda harsh considering all the stresses of new parenthood, but it's exactly when we are most stressed that our true beliefs emerge. You dismissed it.


anonymous - are you new?

seriously.
 
anonymous - see, you're late.

http://feet2thefire.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-i-havent-done-lot-of-blogging.html

that's december 5th of last year. someone already did the "your baby's going to grow up to be a rapist" thing.

and precisely how the hell was I supposed to react?

how would you have reacted?
 
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