Babies are everywhere these days. Or maybe that’s just my perspective. My granddaughter is already eight months old, my niece is being induced this morning! And my daughter is six months pregnant.
So I’ve been surrounded by mommy hormones for a while now and here’s what I’ve discovered: Babies make people crazy.
Let me begin with a friend’s story. I’ll call her Stacy to protect the less than sane. A couple of months before Stacy’s due date, her mother in law contacted her son (Stacy’s husband) to insist that he hold the phone to Stacy’s belly during the night so that she (the mil) could bond with the fetus in uteri. Stacy (justly, I think) said ‘um, is she crazy?’ That’s when she was informed that his mom had assured him that the little mother-to-be had already agreed to this fantastic idea. Stacy then spent the remainder of her school day crying noisily in her psychology classes.
When another niece was showing off her baby at a recent family function everyone oohed over the newborn except my mother who, at 94 is sometimes a little outspoken. She said, “Why doesn’t that kid have any hair?”
But it’s not just women who are driven bonkers by impending babiness. When a friend of mine went into labor, her husband insisted on going to the bank to take care of a ‘little financial business’ on the way to the hospital. Oops, make that…her ex husband.
My father, upon hearing that my sister was going to name her daughter Courtney, said, “Oh well, that’s okay, I’ll just call her Jennifer.” I thought that was loony until I heard about a woman whose mil decided she should name her baby Fergus. The mother regretfully declined, but mil still wrote Welcome Baby Fergus on the shower cake.
My husband, though relatively sane in most ways, said, “Oh no,” when our daughter announced her pregnancy. However, when she later declared that she was having a girl he gleefully clasped her shoulder and said, “Good job!” as though she had just aced a chemistry test.
I think my family is fairly normal, honest, so what makes us so wacky where babies are concerned? And does anyone have a story to make me feel better about our oddities? I particularly appreciate mother-in-law tales. 🙂