(yeah, right)
I debated doing this because what I am about to do is considered tacky or distasteful to talk about. After all the following subject is private. It should only be discussed between spouses and with ones health practitioner and perhaps close friends over cocktails like in sex and the city, but I have never been one to be private. I like to over share so I am doing that here.
I am hardcore ready to procreate. Yep you read that right. Baby fever is in full swing at my house.
"But how can this be?? According to your latest entries your offspring is like six weeks old!" (yells my nonexistent reader)
That brings us to the opening thought. You see I started this blog with excellent intentions and then motherhood hit. My tiny tiny little peanut that at birth had the head of the alien from alien,
is now a gorgeous vivacious flaxen haired diva with opinions on her shoes, clothes and how (or if) I will style her hair.
She loves to dance, is obsessed with Dora the explorer (shoot me now), and is exceptionally helpful when it comes to taste testing any candy, sweet beverages or really anything sweet that enters this house. She is shy at first with strangers but once she gets to know someone she remembers their names and follows them around the house saying their name in a loop. (grin)
I love this child more then there are words to type. So much so that I only lasted about two months at an attempt at working because I just couldn't be away from her that long. She is so much like her daddy from her appearance (minus the blonde hair) to her personality (did I mention she is opinionated?)
But every once in a while I see glimpses of me in her. (Like her love for performing for an audience)
Parenting is awesome but very time consuming so although I had great intentions I lost all track of blogging. But I have an inspiration for writing and a little more time to do so now that my lady bug actually likes to play by herself sometimes.
So where were we? Oh yes the baby bug. I started a blog and it was going to be an anonymous blog all about becoming healthy and trying to conceive, pregnancy, labor, birth, breast feeding and parenting all as naturally as possible. But then I didn't blog for a while and completely forgot my log in.(someone please tell me I'm not the only one who does this) I remember the name of the blog but can't for the life of me remember the email account I created and linked it to so.. oh well. There are plenty of other blogs that talk about all that anyway so I decided instead of anonymously sharing my opinions I will do it publicly!! Woohoo!!
Those who know me know I am a freak anyway. At least when it comes to the medical world.
Why is that you ask? I have this strange notion that our bodies are fantastic things that (though not always) most of us when allowed to do what they were created to do can deliver babies without a myriad of drugs, interventions and other things that are actually REALLY bad for the woman delivering and the baby being delivered.
Watch movies like "birth in america" or The business of being born" and you will see what I am talking about.
http://www.thebusinessofbeingborn.com/
I also have decided not to vaccinate my child. I have gotten a LOT of flack for this but the more research I do the further I am convinced I have made the right choice. And she is super healthy btw.
http://vaxtruth.org/
When sick if there is a natural remedy for that ailment I will seek it out vs putting horrible chemicals that drug companies bribe Dr.s to prescribe who's list of side effects are often far worse then the ailment they are "curing"
Now before I am inundated with hate mail let me preface all that by saying this. Not every person is the same, and there certainly are situations either in childbirth or in typical health care emergencies when Dr.s care surgery and medications certainly are necessary but my belief is that there are a lot of people being unnecessarily medicated hospitalized and even receiving surgery when a much lesser remedy would have done the job. I have seen far too many of my friends and family have unnecessary procedures, including c sections that could have been avoided had the Dr. been more concerned for that patient then lining their own pockets.
I digress:
I will update further on life up till now later, but I was struck with this thought;
It's a pretty cruel joke when you go from being a young person first embarking on certain physical activities (wink wink nod nod) and fretting, sweating, praying hoping preventing so as not to have an ill timed childling. Heck mine was a surprise. (New Years eve baby) But we were old enough and married so it wasn't a bad surprise. So to go from the freaking out you do as a young adult trying desperately not to conceive to an older adult fully ready to do so and several months of trying and timing and eventually taking temperatures and checking cervical mucus (ew btw who named that? Could a term BE more disgusting??) and reading books and peeing on sticks only to realize that the ample fertility you were burdened with less then a decade earlier has slipped away and now that you are emotionally and financially prepared to embark on parenting its a whole heck of a lot harder to achieve then you thought. What the heck is wrong with that?? Why can't the older ladies who's fully capable loving arms ache for a baby have one? Why is it that these young girls who were babies a little over a decade before that look at a boy and get pregnant? It doesn't make sense but then I guess that's why in the bible times people got married at the age of 12. Can you imagine marrying someone when you were 12 and then proceeding to live till you are 200 or something like that? What is the customary gift for ones 100th wedding anniversary?
Ok enough rambling thoughts for now I'm starting to get loopy..
next year I will update on life up to this point;)
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