"It’s a boy!"
The receptionist at my obstetrician’s office cooed down the phone after confirming my blood results.
I thanked her and booked my next appointment. Before the call ended she cheerfully sang out, "Congratulations on your little man". My body convulsed. "And so it begins," I sighed.
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I can’t be the only one who finds the term "little man" when referring to a newborn baby or toddler, deeply unsettling... can I?
If the bulk of the pregnancy and birth announcements I’ve seen lately are to go by, I am definitely in the minority.
For me, it conjures up images of Benjamin Button style babies wearing tiny old man suits, or gaggles of tiny little man-babies sitting in offices doing our taxes or writing our government policy.
Maybe it’s the men I’ve known throughout my life who truly fit the description due to their refusal to behave like the adults they are. In any case, these aren’t the images I want to be associating with my precious new bub.