
Park slope coined term "breeders" is driving me crazy. Am I a farm animal? Okay okay, looking around at the mommies in the hood I might call them that too. But as I have pointed out there are fabulous mommies out there who are proud of their mommy role as well as that of a glamorous selfish diva.
Here's the definition I found online: "Breeder" can be used as a derogatory term by childfree people of any sexual orientation to refer to parents who focus on their children and abandon their previous friends and lifestyle, or to women who give birth to many children. This term divides my neighborhood between those with and those with out. Those pregnant walk around overheated, with swollen ankles, men's tee shirts and sweatshorts. Oddly enough those who are "without" walk around the same way.
I recall however, what a different experience I had being pregnant for the first time in sunny Santa Monica...
I felt beautiful! I worked at a fabulous womens boutique part time and was admired by the coffee guy across the street, ogled over by the clientele at the store and my girlfriends were giddy at the sight of my belly in a bikini.
My husband and I went on a baby moon to the Parker Hotel in Palm Springs when I was 8 months pregnant. I basked in the dessert sun poolside in an Eres bikini, Doir shades and a good book. I was soon accosted by a group of gay guys marveling over my tanned belly. They had just left there 4months old home for the first time with grandma, and found comfort in a mommy to be.
I wore fitted cotton tanks dresses by Rick Owens, layers of splendid tees and leggings, seven maternity jeans and sky high marni heels. I still had time to do my hair and my complexion glowed. I went to prenatal yoga twice a week and a small prenatal work out group once a week. Come to think about it I was in better shape and more pulled together when I was pregnant than I am now!
Now that I have a two year old I do feel slightly less glamorous. I will try most days to be more put together than a barn yard horse, and I'll be wearing the animal print this year cause it's "in" not to be hunted by hipster singles.