It’s cold out. It’s really cold out. Like, snuggled-under-a-blanket-with-Project-Runway-reruns-cold-out. Today is the kind of day where you can get a lot of thinking done. Sometimes that can be a dangerous thing for me. Lately, my mind has a tendency to find itself forging a path through anxiety and stress. But not today. Today, I chose to daydream. Today I let my mind drift through cautious optimism. Today, I chose wonder.
Here are some of today’s musings, in no particular order:
I wonder if that old wives’ tale about heartburn equaling a baby head full of hair is true. If it is, then my daughter may resemble Mr. Kotter.
I wonder who will get that reference. Let me put a youthful spin on it: My daughter may resemble Questlove.
I wonder if Frances will be one of those kids who carefully watches from the sidelines or if she will be be one of those kids who impulsively dives in.
I wonder what doctors and nurses will be with us when we deliver. Will it be one of the same doctors or nurses who were there for Dorothy’s birth?
I wonder if Edie knows that big changes are coming for our household. Or, does she think that we have finally decided to give her a room of her own?
I wonder how many of my likes and Mike’s likes will be reflected in our little girl. Will she appreciate a really good sci-fi offering that holds a strong narrative? Will she understand that there is a Beatles song for every occasion? Will she learn all the lines to every Christopher Guest movie with the ease and delight that we have?
I wonder if her hair will be like mine (straight as sticks, won’t hold a curl ever) or like her dad’s (adorably wavy and a total disaster in the morning).
I wonder, at what age is it appropriate to introduce a child to Monty Python.
I wonder what she’s doing in there. I wonder how it’s possible for her arms AND legs to simultaneously feel like they are on opposite sides of my uterus and all tangled up together.
I wonder what it’s like to deliver in an actual delivery room and not in a room in the ICU.
I wonder how I will help my students put their snow clothes on if I get any bigger. I think it’s time to really amp up our independent, self-care skills in Kindergarten.
I wonder what it’s like to deliver a baby when you know they will feel your skin and hear you say “I love you.”
I wonder how Frances will enter the world. I wonder if she will know instantly how much she is loved and how much she is wanted.
I wonder if a cheeseburger from the bowling alley will be worth the inevitable heartburn.