Our closest friends had twins about a year ago and, for the 20 months of D’s pregnancy, I was constantly referring to our baby as “the babies”. We’d just spent so much time talking about multiples, that a single incidence of baby was unfathomable. Just so, I’m still occasionally saying he him his when I talk about our daughter. That’s what you get for steadfastly refusing to be disappointed in a possible boy baby and, in a burst of wishful reverse psychology, refer to your womb-bound girl baby with the masculine.
Speaking of the baby, let’s talk about priorities. Maybe it’s because I’m not at work, killing a few minutes on a break with frenzied typing. Or maybe it’s because I’m still at such an overwhelming emotional deficit that I can’t give up any more of myself. Whatever it is, when I have a moment to sit and do something other than cuddle, feed, rock, wash, launder, you get the idea, forming thoughts is last on my list. I would have said before that writing was a top priority, spending time alone thinking was a priority, that the internet in all its perfect glory was a priority. Now, firmly in the after I find that, for me, it isn’t. It’s tempting to slip off and away into a non digital life, but I think I would eventually feel isolated.
And, I have to tell someone about the Supreme.