I'm sitting here tonight preparing for my OB appointment tomorrow -- an appointment I'm dreading and already crying over for I fear that the doctor's main point will be "You can't have the birth you want." I have about 20 tabs open on my browser as I try to gather information to use in my composition of questions to ask the doc. In my search for answers (and questions), I came across this essay written by a woman who had a C-section. The author puts a lot of my inexpressible feelings into words, and I encourage you to read it 'cause it's most likely that one day you will find yourself in a conversation with a woman about her C-section.
Please don't say to her what many have said to me and the author of this essay.
http://www.birthtruth.org/grateful.htm
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Stupid neuroses!
I'm really trying to lighten up when it comes to messes...well, at least child-induced messes (I'm afraid I'll always be prone to rage when it comes to kitty-induced messes). Today we busted out some ink and stamps that Raina got for Christmas. Here's a little video of it. The (barely) contained panic of a possible doomsday-magnitude mess is apparent in my voice. I'm trying, though...really, I am!
It reminds me of when my kitty was a little kitten. I would light a candle and then spend the rest of its ignited time envisioning my kitty walking too close to the candle, thus igniting her tail and causing her to run around the house, brushing up against everything flammable, burning us all to a crisp. The end result: I'd blow out the candle 5 minutes after lighting it. Today, at the moment Raina discovered that it was way more fun to put her hand in the ink as opposed to the stamp, I had similar visions...I could see her pushing herself off the easily stainable kitchen nook seats and flying directly into the dining room to play peek-a-boo with my white curtains and then crawling across the floor onto the white rug and then pulling herself onto the couch in order to bang her hands on the wall... Yah, my mind was going on and on. I consider it a major accomplishment that I didn't even roll her sleeves up! :)
It reminds me of when my kitty was a little kitten. I would light a candle and then spend the rest of its ignited time envisioning my kitty walking too close to the candle, thus igniting her tail and causing her to run around the house, brushing up against everything flammable, burning us all to a crisp. The end result: I'd blow out the candle 5 minutes after lighting it. Today, at the moment Raina discovered that it was way more fun to put her hand in the ink as opposed to the stamp, I had similar visions...I could see her pushing herself off the easily stainable kitchen nook seats and flying directly into the dining room to play peek-a-boo with my white curtains and then crawling across the floor onto the white rug and then pulling herself onto the couch in order to bang her hands on the wall... Yah, my mind was going on and on. I consider it a major accomplishment that I didn't even roll her sleeves up! :)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Turn around, A&E
We don't need your Hoarders services at the moment 'cause I, along with the help of my super friend Michele, kicked some basement ass this weekend. The basement did a bit of kicking back, but boy is it worth it. Check this out...
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I know it's not that impressive to y'all since it's not your crap, but trust me...it sooooo needed done, especially before the baby comes. I seriously overdid it...I HURT so bad...but I stand by that it was worth it.
That's all. I just wanted to publicly pat myself (and Michele) on the back :)
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I know it's not that impressive to y'all since it's not your crap, but trust me...it sooooo needed done, especially before the baby comes. I seriously overdid it...I HURT so bad...but I stand by that it was worth it.
That's all. I just wanted to publicly pat myself (and Michele) on the back :)
Sunday, January 3, 2010
For you men and never-been-pregnant folk
Wonder why I may suddenly lurch forward, gasp "Ungh!", or squint my face and eyes as though someone has thrown acid in my face?
On a scale of 1-10 of Phoebe's movement, this ranks a 6 (it's just that one movement at the very beginning of the vid). She was just getting warmed up. I was too busy being curled up in a ball and biting a pillow to hold the camera when she hit 10 (which she now does between 11 p.m. and 5 a.m.).
Only (ha!) 8ish weeks to go. I'll need y'all to remind me as it gets closer to time why it is that I don't want to schedule an early c-section.
Pregnancy is not my thang!
(facebook peeps...gotta go to www.momwithoutaclue.blogspot.com to see vid)
Only (ha!) 8ish weeks to go. I'll need y'all to remind me as it gets closer to time why it is that I don't want to schedule an early c-section.
Pregnancy is not my thang!
(facebook peeps...gotta go to www.momwithoutaclue.blogspot.com to see vid)
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