Pregnant Man

http://doctorz.wordpress.com/2008/03/30/on-the-pregnant-man-story/ I read this blog, which is a thoughtful, informed view on the subject. It did however lead me to some less thoughtful less well informed thoughts….Firstly antenatal classes would have been a lot more fun if there was a pregnant man there….it was all so worthy with the men sidelined and desperate to say the right thing…And woman at their most motherly; I’m sure that if a pregnant man had been there the possibility that men may be involved in this parenting malaky may have to have been considered. At one point a we were divided into male and female groups so that we could ‘honestly’ say what we most feared…the acceptable male answer was ’seeing my wife in pain’ . One man answered ’stretch marks- ultimate turnoff’; which as I didn’t have to live with him struck me as the one moment of geniune humour in the whole course.Although now I think about it- I was also very amused when the midwife told my husband he’d have to help more around the house- possibly learn how to make his own breakfast. I’m not sure people who can’t put cereal in a bowl and add milk should be allowed to breed.Secondly I was reminded of how many people have some sort of assisted conceptions- at an NCT meeting I was shocked to find that mine was the only entirely naturally occurring pregnancy…It seems half of us are desperately trying not to get pregnant whilst the other half are trying to. As for men getting pregnant- bring it on I say! Its not much fun…. 

Natures Bounty

Things are getting going in the garden; last week on my birthday the hens obligingly began to lay so we know have lovely fresh eggs in the morning….lots of lovely fresh eggs…around 3 a day…This fills me with a mixture of joy and horror…joy at natures bounty and horror at all the eggs…I’m not sure my partner likes eggs and I’m uncertain of how many egg based recipes I can slip in before my son notices…I’m not even sure how much I like eggs…This sudden profusion of eggs led me to thinking about spring and I noticed with delight (and horror) that the plum tree is in blossom, this can only mean one thing; its getting closer to plum season. The garden will fill with plums- well they might be plums- could be damsons I can’t really say one way or the other- before the plum tree I never really thought about plums, I certainly don’t think I ever bought them. I don’t mind plums as a fruit but between the toes as you accidentally slip is most unpleasant. My partner also has the habit of coming up behind me and romantically slipping one in my mouth, very sweet the first time, but last season I did find myself edging away from him at likely looking moments when my palate wasn’t thinking, ‘oh I know plums’.This year I intend to share the burden (I mean bounty) so soon our neighbours will also be full of eggs and  plums (or damsons).