The Cave

I fear that I am about to enter The Cave fairly soon.

I can feel it coming.

Pregnancy tends to make me more introverted, a little hermit-ish. And, by the end I usually don’t want to see or speak to anyone. I want to hide away with a little bit of knitting, a good book, a hot bath, some chocolate… you get the picture. I long for a sort of hibernation – like a panda who goes into her den and sleeps until her infant is born. I want to be alone in my den, have my baby, and emerge the victorious mother.

I start resenting people for calling me on the phone. I decline offers of baby showers and visits from loved ones. I shudder at the thought of the parade of people that will want to stop by and see the baby when it comes. I become possitively anti-social. Even The Man gets the cold shoulder (poor guy).

I have never blogged through a pregnancy before, so I wonder if anything here will change. But, I can tell you that this week I haven’t had much to say. I guess I am going into The Cave.

I don’t like this about myself and pregnancy, because, I have some amazingly excellent friends and family all around me. I should be thankful for their kindnesses and I should enjoy their company.

Instead I get sucked into The Cave.

I suppose this is natural. I can’t be the only one who experiences this, right?

It is still in the early stages, and I am still seeing people and visiting and enjoying company when it comes. I won’t be canceling any of my social engagements… yet. But, if you happen to be one of those people that I end up neglecting in the next few months, I apologize in advance.

I’m just in The Cave.

4 thoughts on “The Cave

  1. I can’t tell you how seriously annoyed I was with the entire world toward the end of my pregnancy with O. We tried to keep the “parade” of guests after the birth to a minimum, but I honestly didn’t want anyone here at all (except, maybe, my sister). When my husband’s father and stepmother came to meet O, three weeks after his birth, I shut myself in the bedroom and let them think I was napping! Ha!
    I truly think the “cave syndrome” so many of us experience is biological and manners has nothing to do with it… Probably best for mama and baby both to just hole up in the nest and nurse and rest, ya know?
    Warmest wishes to you, Shelly!

  2. I do know these feelings, I had the same feelings during my last pregnancy. I avoided visits and friends and was so glad, I didn’t get that many visitors after our second son was born.
    They didn’t come all at once, which was good for me.
    One day during the pregnancy I did the same thing as Carry wrote, I pretended on taking a nap when my parents-in-law visited us.
    Everything and everyone was too much for me. But it wasn’t just the “cave syndrome”, I also suffered from morning sickness during my whole pregnancy. And it was not only on mornings, but the whole day, I couldn’t keep anything I ate.
    I was so tired, lost a lot of weight and felt so exhausted all day, I thought I would never get better again and I could only hope, that the days, when I was full of energy and power would come back!
    I think the combination of both the physical and the psychical aspect, have caused this “cave syndrome”.
    I’m wishing you all the best for your pregnancy and your whole family. Your kids are so sweet and I enjoyed reading through your blog!

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