Even after you find out you're pregnant and the excitement quickly wanes due to Tilt-A-Whirl sensations of nausea. Even after you successfully avoid the smell of cottage cheese, Greek yogurt, and bananas for 3 months to disengage your gag-reflux. Even after you quit all physical and fun activities you used to do in order to safely carry your child. Even after you toot/fluff/burst for several months and hope someone thinks it's the old person next to you. Even after you sleep sitting up for 3 months. Even after you wear ugly clothes that don't fit you... at all. Even after that stretched out, purply, ugly belly hangs half way to your knees for 2 months. Even after you go through fake contractions that don't feel fake at all. Even after you finally get to the hospital cry and moan and push and cry cry cry. Even after they carve that baby out of your stomach... using a knife. Even after you can't stand up straight for several weeks after the baby. Even after it hurts to go to the bathroom for a couple months. Even after all the swelling "down there" is gone. Even after your scar doesn't burn all day... just when it gets touched (or bumped into). Even after you're not dizzy any more and you get a solid chunk of sleep again at night. Even after you quit crying over little things, and big things, and happy things, and funny things, and every time you look at the baby, and every time you look at the clock, and any time you cry because you've been crying all day and it's dark out now. Even after your chest is no longer engorged and your butt is following the suit of motherhood.
Even after you start to feel like a human being again.
Even after you look in the mirror and with grit and determination say, "I can fix this mess."
Even after you think you've recovered from all pregnancy and labor and newborns throw at you....
You lose your hair.
At like 6 or 7 months after the baby comes.
And it is just so. So. Cruel.
I supposed it is the last.... horrible.... Hoo-rah.
P.S. I haven't forgot about The Bloggies! (Well. Actually, I did. Until Julie reminded me.) Coming this week peeps. Prepare your speeches.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Bed Wars
When me and Ken were engaged one of the things I was most excited about was living together... mostly sharing a bed. All that cuddle time and extra warmth! I couldn't wait. On our honeymoon I fell asleep wrapped in his arms every night. Sigh. And woke up all cramped and sore.
Our first night back, in our brand new queen-sized bed, Ken scooted over to put his arm around me. I stopped him right there. "Hey, I like to snuggle. But I like to sleep real good too."
Snuggles stopped. All the crazy spooning to sleep stopped. Do people really sleep like that? Is it comfortable to them?
We agreed (slash I declared) that getting restful sleep was better than sharing a romantic snuggle all night.
7 years later.
We still share queen-size bed (that seems to shrink every year) and sleep is anything but restful sleeping next to the Bed Weasel. Ken steals covers. Kicks. Elbows. Talks. I'd like to say it's like sleeping next to _______ (<-- some kind of crazy animal) but I can't. Because it's not like sleeping at all! It's like being awake and annoyed. All night.
I have the unfortunate duty of feeding Joey is the middle of the night. I don't mind feeding the baby. I hate the Bed Conquering that occurs when I am gone. Ken not only moves to my side of the bed. He lays on my pillow. Da nurrrve. I'd say half the time when I ask him to move he just rolls over. The other half he grunts out a "no." And, really. He doesn't move. It's harsh. And cold.
Ken also does this thing that we call "Talon-ing." It's when he gets his sharp toenails (his talons) and scrapes and cuts at my feet until I move them out of his way. He says it's "an accident." BULL-oney. Don't believe it.
Another night, I had come in from feeding the baby and my side of the bed was still waiting there for me. What a nice surprise. I climbed into bed and Ken lifted up the covers for me. He was totally asleep. I snuggled in and he put his arm down on me. I let out a big peaceful sigh and then BOOM! I got kneed in the butt! And Ken yelled, "HERE'S YOUR CHRISTMAS CORN!"
I sat up and said "What?!"
But he was sound asleep.
In the morning I asked him what Christmas Corn was and he had no idea.
I'm thinking we need a bigger bed. Or separate beds.
What about you? What are your sleeping situations? What's your tactic for claiming bed space? Does your bed partner talk all night?
I can guarantee you can't be any worse off than I am.
Our first night back, in our brand new queen-sized bed, Ken scooted over to put his arm around me. I stopped him right there. "Hey, I like to snuggle. But I like to sleep real good too."
Snuggles stopped. All the crazy spooning to sleep stopped. Do people really sleep like that? Is it comfortable to them?
We agreed (slash I declared) that getting restful sleep was better than sharing a romantic snuggle all night.
7 years later.
We still share queen-size bed (that seems to shrink every year) and sleep is anything but restful sleeping next to the Bed Weasel. Ken steals covers. Kicks. Elbows. Talks. I'd like to say it's like sleeping next to _______ (<-- some kind of crazy animal) but I can't. Because it's not like sleeping at all! It's like being awake and annoyed. All night.
I have the unfortunate duty of feeding Joey is the middle of the night. I don't mind feeding the baby. I hate the Bed Conquering that occurs when I am gone. Ken not only moves to my side of the bed. He lays on my pillow. Da nurrrve. I'd say half the time when I ask him to move he just rolls over. The other half he grunts out a "no." And, really. He doesn't move. It's harsh. And cold.
Ken also does this thing that we call "Talon-ing." It's when he gets his sharp toenails (his talons) and scrapes and cuts at my feet until I move them out of his way. He says it's "an accident." BULL-oney. Don't believe it.
Another night, I had come in from feeding the baby and my side of the bed was still waiting there for me. What a nice surprise. I climbed into bed and Ken lifted up the covers for me. He was totally asleep. I snuggled in and he put his arm down on me. I let out a big peaceful sigh and then BOOM! I got kneed in the butt! And Ken yelled, "HERE'S YOUR CHRISTMAS CORN!"
I sat up and said "What?!"
But he was sound asleep.
In the morning I asked him what Christmas Corn was and he had no idea.
I'm thinking we need a bigger bed. Or separate beds.
What about you? What are your sleeping situations? What's your tactic for claiming bed space? Does your bed partner talk all night?
I can guarantee you can't be any worse off than I am.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Guns in Schools
In yesterday's Trib there was a headline: Prof: States should copy Utah guns-in-school law. Utah's law allows teachers to carry concealed weapons in the classroom. There was a Senate panel and Gabrielle Giffords spoke in order to heighten gun-control measures. Which I am 100% for.
But...
Teachers having guns in the classroom seems like a step in the wrong direction.
Shouldn't we be working towards a gun-free school zone?
Or leaving the guns to trained professionals?
I think a policeman or an armed guard in schools would be help more than teachers carrying guns in their classrooms.
My mom is teacher. She teaches 6th grade. I can't imagine her carrying a weapon of any sort. Especially a gun. Does that mean she won't be protected? Is this becoming the wild wild west where everyone is responsible for their own home(room) front? Shouldn't schools offer some sort of protection? Some barrier between the outside and the classrooms?
Should parents be allowed to know if their child's teacher carries a gun? Would you want your child in a class with a gun or without a gun?
The article stated that "Professor Kopel, research director at the Denver University Independence Institute, said the gun opponents always come up with 'all kinds of fantastic scenarios' about how guns in schools would lead to teachers shooting each other or threatening students, or that the students will steal the guns."
I'm not a gun opponent but my response is... Ah. Yeah. Those are my exact concerns. Having a loaded hidden weapon in a building full of children... doesn't sound safe to me at all.
As an American I think it is fine to have a concealed weapons permit. But I don't think you should bring gun(s) into schools. Teachers are trained to teach and mentor kids. Schools can hire someone or a team of people who are trained to protect the school.
Am I standing alone on this? Do you think teachers should be allowed to carry guns into schools? Isn't that what we are fighting against? Guns in schools?
But...
Teachers having guns in the classroom seems like a step in the wrong direction.
Shouldn't we be working towards a gun-free school zone?
Or leaving the guns to trained professionals?
I think a policeman or an armed guard in schools would be help more than teachers carrying guns in their classrooms.
My mom is teacher. She teaches 6th grade. I can't imagine her carrying a weapon of any sort. Especially a gun. Does that mean she won't be protected? Is this becoming the wild wild west where everyone is responsible for their own home(room) front? Shouldn't schools offer some sort of protection? Some barrier between the outside and the classrooms?
Should parents be allowed to know if their child's teacher carries a gun? Would you want your child in a class with a gun or without a gun?
The article stated that "Professor Kopel, research director at the Denver University Independence Institute, said the gun opponents always come up with 'all kinds of fantastic scenarios' about how guns in schools would lead to teachers shooting each other or threatening students, or that the students will steal the guns."
I'm not a gun opponent but my response is... Ah. Yeah. Those are my exact concerns. Having a loaded hidden weapon in a building full of children... doesn't sound safe to me at all.
As an American I think it is fine to have a concealed weapons permit. But I don't think you should bring gun(s) into schools. Teachers are trained to teach and mentor kids. Schools can hire someone or a team of people who are trained to protect the school.
Am I standing alone on this? Do you think teachers should be allowed to carry guns into schools? Isn't that what we are fighting against? Guns in schools?
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