Monday, February 27, 2012

Louie Louie

Louie, on Netflix.com

I've already expressed my weird relationship with Louis C.K. Well, over the weekend, between ravioli sessions, we watched the first season of his autobiographical show Louie.

The series has its bleak moments, but I do love that C.K.'s frank to the point of discomfort about what it's like to be a parent. Sometimes it's boring/dreadful/impossibly hard. It's okay to say so. I can laugh.

That said, please don't say so to the pregnant lady. She will figure it out for herself.

One of my biggest pet peeves in talking to acquaintances who have children is when they say things like "You'll see..." They usually give you a look then, like they are about to put down your puppy.

Then they say all manner of self-deprecating things about how their clothes are covered in vomit, their walls in crayon, and that their level of exhaustion is testing their sanity (but it's "so worth it.")

They add in a bit about their episotomy, for good measure. There's usually a kind of sick gleam in their eyes as they do so.

Or there's the well meaning family member who launches into a discussion of how they never managed to lose the baby weight. Nope, never.

I'm all for a healthy vent, but at this stage in my gestating, go easy on me. You don't tell someone on the marathon starting line how much it's going to suck, do you? A little positivity goes a long way.

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