My parents came to spend the weekend with us. We were having the big blow out birthday party for the three of my children that are outside of the womb. Jak’s birthday isn’t until the first week of April, but I’m hoping to no longer be pregnant then. New baby plus birthday party doesn’t sound good to me. So, we had a combo!! It was really fun. I had to get creative to figure out how to combine a birthday party for two girls and a boy. So, we did the obvious – dinosaurs and cupcakes. I made a dinosaur cake and girly pastel cupcakes. It was a hit.
Sometime during the weekend, my dad looks over at me. In this moment I inspire him to create a word. He does this a lot. He’s good with words. He’s a wordsmith. He looks at me and in that moment of inspiration, he whispers, “Pregnapotamus”. It resonates with me. This word sums up my existence right now. I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my belly. Pregnapotamus. I embody the pregnapotamus. The pregnapotamus and I are one.
The Pregnapotamus and the rest of the family went to the zoo a few days later. We were approached by another mother. She looked at
me the Pregnapotamus and said, “How are you walking around?” Shameful. Did I say it was another mother? Shameful. Pregnapotamus strikes again. I could have been in a cage. I could have been a Pregnapotamus exhibit. I got stares all day long. Most of them were because of my….”situation”, but I think a lot of them were because I had three children piled into a stroller in front of me. The spectators looked and this is what they saw. Child #1….then child #2…then child #3 and then…. Pregnapotamus. They shriek “Do you know how that happens?!” And then they run away in fear because it may be contagious. The Pregnapotamus walks on in peace. Amen.