Imaginary Babies

Both of my children had their own personalities while in the womb. Different personalities that liked different things. Honestly, I was not prepared for that at all. With Klara, I had to walk an enormous lot because she didn’t like it when I would sit or lie down and would kick me ferociously to get me on the move. Incidentally, this was exactly what I needed for my health and to be able to carry to term.

Eric, on the other hand, was indifferent to my walking. What he loved is when I taught. I felt a wave of well-being radiating from him whenever I would enter the classroom.

With Klara, whenever I would get even a little bit anxious about whether she was still there, she would start fluttering and later kicking to calm me down. People asked me how I managed to deal with the anxiety of the second pregnancy, but in reality there was no anxiety because my baby helped me throughout the entire process. The very first time I felt Klara kick was when I was on the phone with a very close friend who told me that she had a terminal cancer diagnosis. I felt desperate and devastated, but at that moment my baby fluttered inside me for the very first time, as if to remind me that I had something to live for.

Klara is now 10, and this cooperative, helpful, considerate personality is exactly what she is like.

So, yes, right, imaginary friends. Tell me more about that.