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Sunday, 15 July 2012
The baby boom.
It is time to write about it despite my not being involved in the happy cloud land but as i am a observer with not much choice baby boom must be a topic of mine. One of my best friends is pregnant. Other best friends of mine are reading this and no i shall not reveal who is pregnant, and yes is definitional one of you.
I received a text message the other day which i quote" listen. Sit down. Now look, im pregnant and crave pineapple juice."
I visited the weekend festival in my birth town, and a whole bunch of girls i realized where fat, and than on better scrutiny realized where possibly pregnant and so trying not to offend them and in fear of doing so started congratulating. Affair than went on all evening as out of the wood work crawled in to the fresher night air ladies with baloned tummies and plenty of men i once refused to flirt with pushing prams. It was a little surreal. The whole population of the small town where in baby boom mode. Perhaps people truly are synchronized more than they should prefer, woman who spend a lot of time all get periods at the same time, and seems like people get babies at the same time. They all feel romantic during a certain period. And this all initiates cycles of change. Parents to be have to reconsider their lifestyle. Their parents who have been urging for grandchildren which would finally absolve them from responsibility for their children are simply relived. Whilst great grandparents get ecstatic to see their little blood empire expand in their lifetime.
So in the middle of the square before my house dozens neighbors where brandishing their offspring, or maternity fashions.
The truth is not all pregnat ladies have a glow. In fact those who carry bulldog expressions in their quoditien with pregnancy accelerate it to look like mean butch bull dogs. Yet there are pregnat ladies who alike the legend promises carry beaming faces, shiney eyes and rosey cheeks floating above the ground uplifted by the helium like inflated tummies happy as can be. Those are beautiful and i must say pass of the whole idea as not at all frightening.
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