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.