Other Books by Barbara Johnson
Where Does a Mother Go to Resign?
Fresh Elastic for Stretched-Out Moms
Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy!
Splashes of Joy in the Cesspools of Life
Pack Up Your Gloomees in a Great Big Box,
Then Sit on the Lid and Laugh!
Mama, Get the Hammer! Theres a Fly on Papas Head!
Im So Glad You Told Me What I Didnt Wanna Hear
Living Somewhere Between Estrogen and Death
Boomerang Joy
Hes Gonna Toot and Im Gonna Scoot
Leaking Laffs Between Pampers and Depends
Daily Splashes of Joy
Gods Most Precious Jewels Are Crystallized Tears
Plant a Geranium in your Cranium
Leaking Laffs Between Pampers and Depends. Copyright 2000 by Barbara Johnson.
Hes Gonna Toot, and Im Gonna Scoot. Copyright 1999 by Barbara Johnson.
Living Somewhere Between Estrogen and Death. Copyright 1997 by Barbara Johnson.
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What a delight for me to dedicate this book to
Larrene Hagaman,
whose clever idea adorns
the cover and whose bubbly personality
and infectious enthusiasm
have made her my
favorite co-conspirator in
Leaking Laffs
wherever we go!
You shall be called the repairer of the breach....
ISAIAH 58:12 NRSV
Having a Baby Is Like
Writing a BookLots of Whining,
Begging, and Pushing
Chaos, Panic, and Disorder
My Work Here Is Done
S omeone commented recently that having a baby is a lot like writing a book. As a woman who has given birth to four sons and written more than a dozen books, I should know!
The baby often begins as a sparka little twinkle in someones eye. The same thing happens when a book is conceived a little spark in the brain sends emotions soaring in anticipation. No doubt about it: Conceiving a babyor a bookis the easiest part of the whole project!
From that tiny seed, a baby is formed inside the mothers body. In the authors mind, an idea develops into the framework of the book; a few choice thoughts slowly grow into a chapter-by-chapter outline. At this stage, we parents-to-be start having daydreams filled with precious cherubs and darling little bundles of joy snoozing sweetly in nurseries decorated by Martha Stewart. Expectant authors imagine a spellbinding book that outsells everything but the Bible.
Then the pregnancy is confirmed. A contract is signed, and a due date is given. (How could anything so wonderful have anawful name like deadline? I wonder.) The date seems so far off... a few seasons or perhaps almost a whole year away. Actually the date may seem like a cloud of fog far in the distant future. Theres so much timeno need to rush things. Like Scarlett OHara, I push any worries aside while pulling the dessert plate closer or filling the schedule a little fuller and trilling fiddle-dee-dee! all the while.
Next comes that queasy feeling in the stomach, a nauseous reminder each morning that Ive made a real, almost overwhelming commitment. Suddenly I feel an urge to upchuck before breakfast, after meals, or anytime I happen to walk by the typewriter that waits, cold and silent, on the desk in my bedroom. The idea of becoming a parent suddenly takes on a more serious tone. The bare framework of the book has formed, but theres precious little hanging on it.
Then comes the stage when I feel a deep desire that this pregnancy had not happened. There are even occasional feelings of resentment toward my husband (or my publisher). Is this person intentionally trying to annoy me? Why else am I constantly bombarded with pesky reminders and nervous questions about what Im eating or how much Ive written? And why, in the quiet darkness at midnight, do I seem to hear a clock ticking somewhere or the pages of a calendar being flipped?
Then the second three months begin, and gradually I warm to the idea again. It actually starts to seem possible that I can be a mother, that I can write a book... but now the IBM Selectric seems too close to my swelling abdomen and too far from my outstretched fingertips. A mysterious restlessness fills my days as I wrestle with the ideasand the individual churning inside of me.
Now the baby seems to intrude on everything I do, and its not even born yet. At this stage, going out to lunch means not just squeezing my bulky form behind a tiny table at a favorite restaurant but also asking to be seated on the outside to allow room for that huge lump in front of me. It seems to be the center of attention everywhere I go. Folks who hardly know me feel free to pat my tummy or put a sympathetic arm around my shoulders and ask how far along I am. Everything centers around the babyor the bookthat is not nearly finished yet.