Being massively nauseous and even involuntarily turned vegetarian (also ironic, as I have always taken pride in being an adventurous eater and meeting the criteria of omnivorousness) obviously prevented me from updating my blog. But while I was spending some serious time on the couch thinking about not updating my blog, I realized that a lot of of what I wanted to write about was pregnancy-related, as opposed to "just" being an expat in Brussels. Voilà Bébé Belge ("Brussels Sprout" and "Baby in Brussels" were already taken): a sibling or distant cousin of BfB, with random musings on what's it like to be pregnant and (eventually) have a baby for the first time, in somewhat foreign surroundings.
Besides, I didn't want to annoy my blissfully childless friends and other uninterested parties with endless chatter they would likely find mind-numbing. To illustrate, I realized that, all of a sudden, I had sort of involuntarily switched parties, or at least entered an area of overlap on a Venn diagram - between the category of people who are horrified by screaming infants on airplanes and those who hold a slightly more merciful view. I even began to wonder when I would be able to fly with an infant. And that is a paradigm shift, if I have ever personally experienced one.
Congratulations! What a wonderful country for your child to be born into - multilingual, multicultural, and full of excitement. Wishing you a calm and nausealess 27 weeks.
ReplyDeletecongrats maisie!! many more paradigm shifts to come :)
ReplyDeleteYes. It is YOU who has a being growing inside of YOUR womb. In case there was an misunderstanding about J (or any spouse) having a womb.
ReplyDeleteYea! Congrats! Very happy to hear the great news! Hope you're doing well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, guys! We're very excited to share the news and subsequent adventures . . . And if you've been through it all before, feel free to provide any tips or advice!
ReplyDelete