we are three.
If you are not visibly pregnant or holding a small infant by your child's second birthday, it seems that the completion of the second year is considered the appropriate time for onlookers to needle you regarding future reproductive plans. In our case, add to the second birthday an impending move to France and you will solicit the following reactions:
"So are you going to create a little French citizen?"
"What will you do while C's working? It'd be a great time to ..."
"So-and-so's kid is having their second...I'm sharing not suggesting."
Am I guilty of some of the same thoughts? Yes, of course. I have considered giving the gift of EU citizenship and I have considered whether or not to pack maternity clothes, but I have also considered what it would be like to equate pregnancy with Paris. I am not prepared to avoid wine and runny cheeses, to be more tired than I already am, to negotiate the whole baby-creating experience in another language while I am limited to questions like where is the Rue St. Jacques?
Were you wondering too? Possibly, but I write this more as a reminder for myself because when we're finally settled over there and T. still refuses to wear a diaper or use the potty confining us to our minuscule multi-story walk-up and I think why the fuck not, I want to remember why not.
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In other news from the what will I do in Paris department, I'm working on a new enterprise. Hopefully things will be in place by the time we leave. More on that soon.
"So are you going to create a little French citizen?"
"What will you do while C's working? It'd be a great time to ..."
"So-and-so's kid is having their second...I'm sharing not suggesting."
Am I guilty of some of the same thoughts? Yes, of course. I have considered giving the gift of EU citizenship and I have considered whether or not to pack maternity clothes, but I have also considered what it would be like to equate pregnancy with Paris. I am not prepared to avoid wine and runny cheeses, to be more tired than I already am, to negotiate the whole baby-creating experience in another language while I am limited to questions like where is the Rue St. Jacques?
Were you wondering too? Possibly, but I write this more as a reminder for myself because when we're finally settled over there and T. still refuses to wear a diaper or use the potty confining us to our minuscule multi-story walk-up and I think why the fuck not, I want to remember why not.
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In other news from the what will I do in Paris department, I'm working on a new enterprise. Hopefully things will be in place by the time we leave. More on that soon.
posted by geobrarian at 9:15 AM
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Maybe you will be there long enough to get your fill of runny cheese and still have time to bestow a French passport?
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