October 24, 2009 § 2 Comments
This week I picked up a moleskine journal (yes, with PAPER) and am filling it with notes to the baby. I never really understood people “talking to the baby” in utero, but I know that it can hear our voices and sounds now. I don’t exactly have conversations with it, but I have been reading it stories (this is pretty awesome) and am guilty of sticking an earbud into my belly button when Mastodon shuffles onto the iPod. No, I am not kidding.
Journaling is showing me how technically dependent I am on a keyboard, however. I feel like the pen can’t keep up with my thoughts. Not that I have immensely astounding thoughts when I blog (“dear internets, I haven’t pooped in a week” may have been a shining literary moment for me), but maybe I was a very slow girl back in middle school since that had to have been the last time I actually wrote in a journal. Boys! School! I hate my parents! Ah… the tragic life of a preteen.
I am enjoying writing to the baby, however. I may casually say things to my belly every once in a while, but here I can write complete thoughts and discussions that I want him/her to be able to read when it’s older – about how excited we are now and will be in the coming weeks, as well as watching him/her grow up, how sad I am that my father isn’t here to experience this, etc. I’m not talking Cartesian Dualism or anything, but it’s a start, right?