While we were there, we took BG to the zoo (crowded, hellish) and to the local pool, where they have a wading pool for toddlers. BG looooooved the pool, loved wading around and splashing. Then she saw some bigger kids swimming (or rather, paddling around by walking on their hands in the 12 inches of water) and all of a sudden she wanted to swim, too. I tried holding her up so she could kick and paddle, but she shoved my hands away and insisted that she wanted to "Swim by self! SWIM BY SELF!" Which entailed flinging herself facefirst into the water, choking, and screaming in fear and frustration. Again and again. And then melting down because she wanted so badly to swim but couldn't. (Plus she hadn't had a nap that day, so...tantrum not pretty.) We ended up bodily dragging her out of there as she shrieked "BACK IN POOL!" I'm thinking we need to get this kid swimming lessons.
It's interesting what she remembers from the trip. She can reel off a litany of the animals we saw at the zoo ("Monkey! Lion! Giraffe!") and in one case what the animal was doing ("Gorilla! Too big! Sittin'! Eatin! Gorilla hungry!"). The day after we went to the pool, she said "Swimmin'! In pool. Kick!" Then the next day, she added, "Swimmin'! In pool. Cryin'!" Yes, baby, you sure did cry. But she says it with a smile on her face, so I guess it's okay.
We are going out to dinner tomorrow with some couple friends of ours, who are going to surprise us with the news that they are expecting. The husband let it slip to my husband, but swore him to secrecy. My husband wisely gave me the heads-up. They planned it perfectly to coincide with her finishing grad school. She intends to have a home birth and is ridiculously healthy so probably will.
You know, I generally say to myself that I don't begrudge other people their easy conceptions, easy pregnancies, easy births. But you know what? I kind of do. It's just a twinge, not a burning bitter pit of despair like it once was. But there's still a twinge. I get it when I see enormously pregnant women out and about, shopping or jogging or out to dinner, and I got it when my husband told me about our friend. So I'm glad I had some advance notice, so I have some time to wrestle with that twinge of resentment in private--and then express genuine enthusiasm and congratulations in person tomorrow.