warning: crankiness below
so, are you getting excited??!!
That is the question that seems to be tripping off everyone’s tongue with greater frequency as the Impending Birth tears through the less-than-a-week stage. And it’s not just the
constant incessant asking of the question, it’s the choice of the word “excited” – like a sugared-up 6 year old on Christmas morning – and the fact that, when uttered, even the deepest voice manages to reach squeaky dog-noise ranges in the space of the three syllables.
The effect then becomes: so, are you getting **!!EXCIIIIIIITED**??!!??!!??!!
No, but it does make me cranky and left feeling like a complete and utter bitch, as, god help me, I am not **!!EXCIIIIIIITED??!!??!!??!!. I don’t do that. I’ve never done that and I sincerely hope something strikes me dead if I ever contemplate trying it. Why should this be any different? I know that most people asking the question are actually that disturbingly excited and want verification that someone, anyone else [me] is freaking out on the same scale that they are. The fact that I’m not, then, adds either a knowing just-you-wait cluck [um..wait for, what, the realization that I’m pregnant??] or a flash of the deepest oh-so-are-you-okay-with-all-this concern.
And that, of course, makes me crankier.
Don’t get me wrong. We are, without question, extremely little-e excited, very much looking forward to meeting babyQ outside the context of my gut, and, to the joy of my childless friends, willing and able to go off on tangents about babyQ, baby stuff and pregnancy for untold hours. And I do understand that, for whatever reason, others are able to get excessively off the wall excited about things and that’s okay. This is a big, happy, and – yes, I’ll say it – exciting time.
Now, it will be even better if only I can get through it without having to spend my time beating off the overly exuberant with a stick.
phew. end crankiness.
Apparently, this is my 201st post since starting QR up 15 months ago. Happy belated bicentennial to me!