It's true, my punkin, that pregnancy takes a large toll on your mother. It is causing major changes in the way she looks, how she feels, and to a large extent, what she feels. The emotional rollercoaster that is her life at the moment has been referenced before in every pregnancy book known to man, but it is the emotional shift in me as a man that is captivating my interest today, and therefore will form the body of this dissertation.
Whilst not wanting to talk at further length about my adventures in the gym (I know some of our readers are already getting bored with that), I can say truthfully that feeling like I'm getting stronger is helping me to feel like I'm going to be emotionally prepared for your arrival.
Other things are happening too. Watching movies that would previously have had me cringing at their manufactured tearjerkiness now have me reaching for the kleenex as the symphony builds to its climax while the firetrucks circle the misunderstood ex-husband cradling his wayward gifted child who's been injured in the explosion of the virus manufacturing facility that was controlled by the corrupt vice president of the tinpot foreign nation hellbent on wiping out life liberty and the American way whilst simultaneously shifting $10 billion in counterfeit postage stamps to his South Pacific hideaway.
Any Law and Order SVU episode must now be carefully vetted so as to ensure that there are no babies or children being harmed, kicked, spat on, yelled at or otherwise traumatised, for fear of triggering a crescendo of weepage from the couch.
Elliot Stabler is the man of the moment, pumpkin, although he has awful tattoos
Speaking of tattoos, I am currently considering getting one to commemorate your birth. There's a couple of possibilities, depending on whether you decide to be a boy or a girl, but I can't share them with you now, because doing so would give away your name, and that's a secret.
Love you.
2 comments:
The best film for overly emotional expectant parents, and possibly a film that should never be watched by anyone except said parents, is LITTLE BOY LOST (Paramount, dir George Seaton, b&w). In which, and I quote “Bing Crosby plays an American radio reporter married to a Parisian singer. During the war his wife is killed by the Nazis and Bing returns to France to find their young son. Little Boy Lost was among the 20 leading box office attractions of 1953. Much of the movie was filmed on location in France, where Bing learned that his wife in real life, Dixie Lee, was dying of ovarian cancer”. Have Kleenex on hand. Otherwise, avoid. MissJane
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From another Eve. :-)
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