Talk about the time of pregnancy and after the baby is born. . . .
Oh, honey. Let me find it for you.
Grandma in her eighties is going to make her small embroidered shoes. The parcels in the drawer are neatly stacked with scraps of cloth, printed cloth, bleached cloth, coarse cloth and flannel, which are not wasted at all. Blue with red, green with yellow, although I have never read a book, I have a complacent aesthetic feeling, which comes from experience and nature. Get up early every day and sew the sun by the window. Pinhole in the sole, one stitch at a time, pressed firmly. Tired of sitting, go for a walk in the yard, pick up the broken branches and see the peony buds. Old-fashioned women who are used to sewing have a quieter mind. I have never deliberately arranged my own pace of life, but this pace has its own response.
I have lived in the suburbs for nearly two years. Although the traffic is inconvenient, there are vegetable fields and gardens outside the door. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, green trees and flowers can be seen everywhere, and it feels sunny. Spring ploughing, sowing and planting seedlings have brought the courtyard back to life after being deserted for a winter. I bought a lot of flower seeds and vegetable seedlings this year. I ordered enough camellia impatiens, hydrangea, Chinese rose, thyme and lavender. Two magnolia trees, two osmanthus trees, four cherry trees and one begonia tree were newly planted. Osmanthus fragrans and Chimonanthus praecox have the flavor of Jiangnan. It's just that Beijing can't find a good wintersweet tree.
When enyang was six months old, we did two great things together. The first thing, she went to the Summer Palace for the first time. She was happily held and looked at half the garden. Then she fell asleep in the stroller and walked half the garden. The Summer Palace is the right choice for Beijing children to visit the first park. The second thing, she traveled by plane with her mother for the first time, and the destination was her mother's hometown in the south to visit her grandmother. She will gradually know why her mother likes to eat seafood, bamboo shoots, sweets and glutinous rice, which are not common in Beijing. Because my mother is always a stranger in Beijing.
People often see strange-looking men nearby. Dressed in fashion, generous, good at flirting with women, flexible turnover, but no weight to my body. You can also talk about philosophy or poetry, show off your identity that cannot be verified from time to time, and show off your ability to be both right and wrong. Trapped among such men, I am dazzled, but it is difficult to find a gentle and virtuous partner.
A friend can't adapt to my dressing style: cotton clothes fade after washing several times, and they look wrinkled and old. Old-fashioned silver bracelets and earrings are trivial and sometimes jingle. Choose all colors that look old, and like styles that are a little behind this era for decades or hundreds of years. He called these vulgar tastes.
In fact, I never liked his taste. He is wearing tight shiny clothes and a T-shirt with big English letters and cartoon patterns on his chest. But we have been friends for many years, because apart from the different styles of clothes, we appreciate other qualities of each other.
It should be said that he is a really interesting person. He knows how to mow the lawn, patiently plant a pot of flowers, feed a jar of fish, make a wooden bookshelf by himself, or cook a pot of soup. All these are far better than calling friends in a bar and hugging each other. He is also quiet and doesn't talk much. Men who talk a lot have the childish mentality of children. But he retains his innocence, which is a kind of self-identity and firmness, and is not affected by world standards.
He is dedicated to his work, and he is unique. He spent his whole life doing right and doing one thing well, and he knew exactly where his choice and persistence lay. He is clean, healthy, keeps in shape, exercises regularly, has a calm mind and strong balanced muscles, which is pleasing to the eye. Occasionally, at my request, I put on coarse trousers and sneakers, which looks clear and white.
Every time he takes me home and parks the car downstairs, he always gets off the driver's seat and stands outside the car to say goodbye to me. This is a solemn and modest way to treat others. This is something I have never found in other men in these years. His feelings seem to carry a lot of weight
The definition of a man's sexiness is that a woman is willing to have children with him. He is a sexy man.
He confessed to me by letter-two letters. He took out a big envelope and said, there are two letters in it, one of which I wrote to my classmates before, just to show you. There is a shy expression in his eyes. This shyness is now on the face of a man in his forties who has experienced complicated things, which makes my heart gradually moist.
The letter to his classmate is about his previous marriage. In that letter, he explained everything between him and his ex-wife and replied to the classmate who cared about him. The letter written to me is about his views on life, without any emotional expression, more like a person's ideological report. But I looked at it and couldn't help smiling. Sure enough, this is a traditional and serious man.
Before that, I lived alone for a long time and always thought I was strong inside, but now I want to have a baby with him. The reason is that we will be old and lonely when we get old, so we have a child to accompany us.
The only confusion is whether you will lose yourself after giving birth. Work can make women smart, and childbirth may make women worldly and trivial. How can I live a secular life with my children, while maintaining myself and being a cool mother?
Before I found the answer, the child had run away, ran into my stomach, took root and sprouted, and stubbornly settled there for ten months.
When Wang Shuo got the news, he invited me to live in his house. He lives in a big yard on the outskirts of Beijing, with colorful flowers. He said that such an environment is suitable for raising a baby. I refused Wang Shuo's invitation, but accepted Wang Shuo's suggestion.
He has a farm in the suburbs. To say it is a farm is actually to buy a piece of land, build a house, open up gardens and vegetable fields, and plant many fruit trees and flowers in the suburbs.
Knowing that he had a farm, I asked him, do you grow lotus flowers? He said, yes, I dug a pond and the lotus bloomed in summer.
I have seen his big house, beautiful garden and green vegetable fields. He planted ginkgo, cherry, jujube, apple and phoenix tree. In autumn, the lotus in the pond withered, and the colorful and lively koi fish jumped out of the water from time to time. The old persimmon tree is covered with huge yellow persimmons and two sturdy fig trees, which shows that it has produced numerous fruits.
I saw the garden and kingdom in his heart. The flowers and plants he built are flourishing. He created everything with his hands. Officially settled in and raised the baby with peace of mind.
With the development of my children, I have a lot of fun outside the computer.
In a blink of an eye, spring has come and there are many things. I planted European hydrangea, hollyhock and bamboo with him, and built fences and vines with him.
When I was pregnant for two months, I went to do B-ultrasound, and I could already see the baby on the screen. He has a head and limbs, lives in a dark room, and it is full of amniotic fluid. The child floated vaguely in the amniotic fluid. The little white man, who looks so naive and quiet, grew up in the dark, secretly and freely, stationed in my flesh and blood, let me use all my strength to nourish and nurture.
I can't live without a computer. In order not to radiate to children, I decided to buy a set of radiation protection clothes, and I chose a very small and thin radiation protection Chinese bra to wear, which has the taste of classical women's boudoir interest.
I formally tested the radiation protection effect of Chinese corset with my mobile phone according to the instructions. As a result, as soon as I fumbled to press the call button of my mobile phone, the landline at home rang, and I failed again and again. Finally, I couldn't help calling the manufacturer for advice. The manufacturer said that this is because the bellybutton is too small and thin, and suggested that I wear two more pieces and try again. Because I bought an extra Chinese corset, the landline is still ringing happily. After consulting again, the answer given by the manufacturer is that there may be a transmitting station near your home, and the signal is stronger than other places. I had to temporarily shut down the computer, but fortunately, with the development of my children day by day, I had a lot of fun outside the computer.
I used to love eating very much, and I had a particularly delicate and enthusiastic attitude towards food. When I was a daughter at home, my mother bought seasonal food. Crabs, shrimps and shells are all fresh. When to eat bamboo shoots, when to eat Artemisia, when to drink tea, and when to eat rice, there is stress. At that time, all the food was beaming and full of emotion.
Later, I have been drifting and lost this kind of mind. When I was pregnant, it was found on an old horse, and I began to be full of enthusiasm and expectation for things again.
He seems to know my needs very well. Every time he comes back, he won't come back empty-handed, and all he brings is food. A basket of peaches in Fenghua, a basket of Myrica rubra in Cixi, a bag of sheep's tail bamboo shoots, a bag of sea shrimp white crabs, and blue crabs tied with straw ropes ... Before I was moved, the one in my stomach began to kick around impatiently until these delicious foods were shared into my body through the umbilical cord, and I calmed down a little and waited for the next feast.
He planted a ridge of sweet potatoes in the corner of the courtyard. There were so many sweet potatoes that I could not eat them. I dried them and cut them into white filiform strips. Every night, he grabs a few dried sweet potatoes and small red beans and stews them in an electronic casserole at low temperature for one night. When he got up early, the porridge in it was already warm. He put a spoonful of brown sugar in it, stirred it evenly, brought it to my bed, and fell into my stomach through my throat, which was dense and suitable.
I found the answer to be a cool mother without knowing what to do.
There is no water heating here, so there are large and small electric oils at home, and the one in the bedroom is the most powerful. Every night before going to bed, he would put my underwear and socks on the shelf above Youting. It was warm when it was handed over in the morning.
Two or three hundred meters out of the yard is the open-air market, where farmers in the suburbs set up stalls. Vegetables are fresh and cheap, and goldfish, Indian incense, large pots of camellia, autotrophic pumpkins and newly picked grapes can also be bought. Occasionally, you can also find chipped blue-and-white pottery bowls, ancient carved camphor wood chairs, and exquisite mandarin ducks and lotus flowers. When he was not at home, I went to the kitchen to peel some garlic. When my fingers smelled garlic, I went to the yard to collect the cotton sheets that had been hanging for a day and held them in my arms, just like holding a sunshine.
I know I am pregnant with my daughter because she is quiet and virtuous. She can accompany me to bask in the sun in the yard all afternoon, never disturb me when I doze off, or accompany me for a walk under the flower tree, and never show dissatisfaction because I am too quiet, punching and kicking for any manly project.
However, if you stay at home for more than three days, your child's activity will be revealed. She will kick me gently, slowly and gently, but the rhythm is very firm, and she has a persistent desire not to give up until she reaches her goal. At this time, it is time to breathe fresh air. She won't be satisfied with just wandering around the yard. She has a place she wants to go-the city. As soon as she got on the bus and went to town, she began to feel the surrounding environment satisfactorily. She doesn't like going to hospital very much. As soon as she stepped into the gate of women and children's hospital, she gave me a sense of tension, and as soon as she finished the routine examination, she left, which would clearly let me know that she was relaxed.
At home, she likes quiet; In the city, she chased excitement. A noisy stroll in Wangfujing can make her enjoy a week at the farm, but if it is only a wish of the Lama Temple, maybe she will show her desire to go to the city again in three days.