Everybody seems to be talking about "push presents" these days. And
by everybody I mean, everyone who is pregnant, which I mean... is it
just me or is everybody pregnant? The other day I counted three
pregnant people out of the five people in line at Starbucks and two of us
had new babies. AND the barista's SISTER was in LABOR, apparently
because she proclaimed it to the heavens as all us of pregnant/new moms
cheered and cried and did kegels.
I didn't even know what a "push present" was until a few months ago.
"Is
Hal getting you one?" my friend Jasmine asked me when I was pregnant
and she was pregnant. (See? EVERYBODY is pregnant, yo. Everybody.)
"Uh... What's a push present?"
She explained to me that a push present was a gift a man gives his lady friend after delivering their baby.
"You mean a "push the baby out of my vagina" present? Cool! I like the sound of that... I've been coveting these boots and this bag and YEAH PUSH PRESENT! HOOK ME UP!"
I promptly came home and emailed Hal the links to my "push present wish list" to which he responded, "what the eff is this?"
"It's for my push present, Hal. Duh."
"We have no money, Bec. Duh."
"Whatever. You're such a pessimist." I wrote back, annoyed to the max.
And then I got to thinking about the whole Hallmarkesque idea that men oughtta hook their ladies up with "presents" as if pregnancy was something we do FOR our husbands. I mean, honestly, does giving birth warrant a medal? A new bag? A watch? A #1 Mom pendant from Zales? What are we? Pussies? What happened to the baby as present philosophy? I mean... think about it! Sure we have to suffer through pregnancy for nine-months and we'll likely never fit into our 28 waist jeans again but Hi! WE GET A HUMAN PERSON at the end of the nine months. It's kind of a good deal. I mean the purse is cute and all but...

...Of course, I can't tell if I'm coming from a place of wisdom or jealousy. You'll just have to tell me.
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