In yet another example of New York Mommies Are Not Like The Rest Of Us, I give you this: Yesterday one of the pre-school teachers had her first child.
- She worked up until the day she gave birth.
- While in active labor (that's the super-painful, "As Seen On TV" huffing and puffing part, for those not in the know) she walked twenty-five blocks to her hospital.
- While at the hospital, the other teachers kept getting texts from her. Texts that said things like PUSHING NOW.
- She only gained 14 pounds during her pregnancy. And gave birth to an 8 pound baby.
I don't know if it's something about becoming a new mother or if it's just a consequence of living in such a manic, competitive city, but with very few exceptions the mommies I meet here are nuts. I realize that that's a bit like the pot calling the kettle Crazyface but I like to think that my neurosis is tempered (at least slightly) with a dash of Midwestern grit. These women practically vibrate, they're so tense. It's like being surrounded by chihuahuas. They always ask me for child-rearing advice which I'm completely unqualified to offer but happy to dispense. I'm glad that I look like I know what I'm doing but I can't help wondering if I'm destined to follow their path. If I ever start freaking about getting into the "right" nursery school or passive-aggressively comparing how far I can jog, somebody get the net.