It came to me after we found a power tiller in our shed, declared it not functional after more bloodshed than I care to admit, and found myself tilling the garden with an ax: gardening is a lot like pregnancy. But harder.
Now, I’ve only had one pregnancy, and it was an accident resulting in an amazing adoption story. However, as I looked over my garden, heart alight with its possibilities, I realized this garden has already been a lot more difficult than my pregnancy.
- I had to set the stage for my garden. I planned, cleared top soil, tilled, planted seeds, and fertilized. With my pregnancy, the only thing I consciously did was… till?
- While pregnant, my body gave in-your-face clues about the nutrients it needed. With the garden, I research endlessly and hope I’m not getting bad advice, reading it wrong, or confusing the plants.
- I’ve bled a lot for this garden without the benefit of people giving me drugs and telling me what to do.
- I wasn’t allergic to most of the things pregnancy involved. With the gardening, it turns out that I am allergic to just about everything that produces pollen in the spring.
- Pregnancy doesn’t generally involve a lot of insects. And it definitely doesn’t involve birds eating everything before you can enjoy it.
- If you forget a prenatal vitamin for a couple days, it’s not cause for concern. If you forget to water for a couple days, you could lose all that hard work.
- No one is sympathetic to your gardening aches and pains, but it’s easy to be sweet to the pregnant lady.
- Pregnancy doesn’t require getting out of bed early (except to pee, then you can go back) or changing out of your pajamas.
At the end of the season, though, I can only hope my garden has brought me a tenth of the joy I got from giving birth.