Baby talk...

 This evening we had dinner with my grandson and his wife.  We went to Casa's, always delicious food and quiet enough to talk.  

And boy did we talk.  Their first baby is due in March, so they are through the first trimester and feeling much more comfortable thinking and talking about what's to come.  

We did learn, in one quick sentence, that my grandson has a new job, driving a fork lift, but then the discussion went right back to babies.

The discussion ranged from needing to baby proof their home to dealing with their cat who may be jealous.  They don't know yet, and won't know for a while if it's a boy or a girl.  She says all of her friends think it will be a girl while I predicted a boy.  I figure I have a 50/50 chance of being right.  

There will be a baby shower (or maybe more than one) to which I will wear my new great-grandma t-shirt.  

We talked some about actually giving birth and I tried to reassure her.  My births were both quick and easy, but she's been hearing some horror stories from her friends and other relatives.  She even admitted to being afraid she might die in childbirth (something that never occurred to me now or when I was pregnant).  She is still struggling with morning sickness so I understand why her thoughts might turn to the gloomy side sometimes.

It seems to me that doctors are much too quick to do c sections these days.  Believe me I know that there are times when it is absolutely imperative but not every time.  But I'm not the one having the baby so I will keep my opinions to myself.

I also didn't mention sleepless nights, teething, projectile vomiting  and other delights they have to look forward to.  

But you never forget the joy of holding a baby in your arms.  I loved it back then and I'm really looking forward to having that experience again.  I know I will have to take turns with the other grandmas but I will manage it, and I have a very comfy rocking chair.  The baby will love it.  Now there's a happy thought to fall asleep on.