Sometimes I forget I’m pregnant. Just for a split second, but it’s really strange. I’ll be sitting on the el and look down and see this giant belly and think, for a split second “Oh my god! how did I get so fat?” Then I’ll remember. Or, I’ll see someone with a baby, and get as far as “I wonder, if I ever have kids, if…” before it hits me that, barring any really awful tragic thing, the “if” is really a moot point. The weirdest, though, is when I wake up in the middle of the night, and I think “Wow. What did I eat? I feel like there’s something alive inside my belly. That’s really creepy.” It takes me a little longer to remember at 4am, but eventually I do remember, and then suddenly it’s not really creepy at all, somehow. I don’t know why that is, but it is.
I hope this doesn’t bode ill for my maternal instincts. I mean, what if I forget I’m a mom? If I forget to pick the kid up from day care after work and just go home for an hour or so before I remember? Or if I’m one of those people on the news who leaves their kid at the grocery store? I have just gotten to the point where I am fairly confident I won’t leave my wallet behind at a bar somewhere (mostly because it has a chain on it to attach it my jeans or purse…). Babies make lots more noise than a wallet though, right?