I don’t know if it’s got to do with the fact that some of my friends are becoming moms, but lately all I’m talking about is pregnancy and motherhood. Cara and her son Nathan came first. He’s like a nephew to me, I can’t help drooling whenever I look at him and he start giggling. He’s adorable. Then it was Darlene, she let me know she was expecting again, a girl this, Audrey. With her mom’s genes I’m sure she’ll be gorgeous. And then it was Ainhoa, who’s know in her sixth month. She’s looking beautiful these days, different, but gorgeous like all the pregnant women I know.

I’m a curious person and I can’t help asking two thousand questions to my pregnant friends. Is it painful? What do you feel? Can you tell when he/she is awake? When he/she kicks, does it hurt? There are so many questions I want to know the answer of… So many doubts and questions about something that comes after a passionate and control free moments, and right after that a seed starts growing inside you. Must be exciting, worrying, different, unique…

I talked about this same topic earlier this morning with a friend of mine. While feeling the empty spaces of a crossword we started talking about pregnancy and motherhood. We talked about this part of our body that seems to be in contraction and, usually, small, dilates so much. We tried to graphically imagine that, by joining our index fingers and thumbs, and drawing a circle with that… oh my. ‘This big, it gets this big’, we said. And that’s when questions and doubts come… how can that be possible? how painful is it? epidural or natural birth? Donostia’s Hospital or private center? Bufff… and we’re not even pregnant!

But I’d like to get pregnant someday. Not today, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, not even in the next couple of months or years. But someday, before I hit thirty if possible. It must be something indescribable… something unique, to feel a new life, a new creature growing inside of you.

I enjoy being aunt Maider for now.