After a year and a half of trying to get pregnant, we are expecting Baby Boy #2 in October. I basically coughed and got pregnant with #1, so it was a stressful/depressing/humbling and then, finally, ecstatic experience this time around.
Whether you're trying for your first or fourth, infertility is rough. It's the most difficult thing that I've ever dealt with personally, and our most trying time as a couple.
Here are five things that you should never say to someone trying to have kids:
I don't believe in push presents. There is a time and a place for
sentimental gifts, and lying in a puddle of your own afterbirth filth and ultra chic hospital gown is not one of them.
Yeah, that may sound graphic, but I
didn't coin this phrase. If it truly is a "push" present, it should be given in the minutes after pushing a baby out of your hoo-ha which, for several reasons, seems wildly inappropriate.
Four reasons why I don't believe in push presents:
If you're an avid "meditator," this post is not for you. It's for people who hate the thought of meditating, and who probably aren't that good at it. Aka, moi.
After conversations with several friends who praised meditation, I decided that it would be my goal, in the month of July, to meditate every day. Here are a few things I knew before I started:
Here's what happened after meditating every day for a month:
- I knew I wouldn't do it in the morning, so I decided on 1:15 p.m. (after my kid went down for nap).
- I knew I had to start small and work my way up, so I meditated for two minutes the first week, then five, then seven, then ten.
- I knew I was going to suck at it at first, so I told myself that it was okay when my mind wandered, as long as I brought it back to my breathing.
Steven Kellogg's Yankee Doodle
: Sure to scare young Americans and attract forest friends.
Muskets, and Red Coats, and bears...OH MY!
This version of "Yankee Doodle" is a teensy bit terrifying.
If you still yearn to be patriotic this fine month of July, fear not! I give you the breakdown of the scary parts in Nicole Leigh Shaw, Ninja Mom's Character Assassination Carousel.
Last month, Sarah at HouseWifePlus
scrutinized The Wonder Pets
. Unless you are a
perfect parent, I know that there are books you dread to read. So, jump on the carousel as I roast one of my "favorites."
What's a quote from someone that has stuck with you?
That's the writing prompt for Mama Kat's Writing Workshop
this week. Here's one of my current favorites:
"If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everybody else's, we'd grab ours back."
I love this Regina Brett
quote, because it speaks to something that is so important: perspective checks.
Annoying things that happened to me this week:
- We got water in our playroom and basement.
- My sciatica is acting up.
- It's 40 and rainy, and I don't want to play outside.
"Annoying" things that happened to other people...
Tonight is ChicagoNow's monthly challenge in which bloggers are given a prompt and exactly one hour to publish. This month's #CNblogapalooza:
"Write about a favorite or memorable place you have lived for any time at all, whether a country, state, city, childhood home, fraternity/sorority, hostel, hotel or even bedroom."
I knew immediately: Montpellier, France.
Was it hard to be away from my family, and my new boyfriend (now husband)? Of course.
Were classes difficult: Yup; I even failed one.
Did I get taken advantage of, being a foreigner? Yeah, but only, like, twice a week.
Living in France wasn't all wine and cheese parties while wearing berets. In fact, my host family didn't drink wine, and so I received no sommelier education, whatsoever. They also were more likely to wear a fez than a beret, being Moroccan French.
My host family.
They were the best part of my year abroad, hands down. If you read one of my recent posts, you know I don't usually believe in luck
, but I was lucky to be placed with this family. They are my top three reasons why I miss La France.
Last week, I was interviewed by CCTV on the rise of stay-at-home moms (SAHMs). The article and video is here
, and I make my T.V. debut at about 1:40.
While the entire interview didn't make it into the clip
because it's not all about me, apparently
, here are four things I say about moms that you're going to hate:
Chicago is warming up! Kids are frolicking in the parks, grandmas are speed walking, and Clark Street is alive once again. You know what that means:
It's almost time for people to start complaining about the heat.
How quickly we forget the dreadful winter. We go from Chiberia to the Chiribbean, and suddenly, everyone starts whining. I can already feel my right pointer, shaking with anger, and ready to click "defriend" after reading people's Facebook statuses.
Here are eight things I don't want to hear Chicagoans say this summer:
We hear a lot about luck
during the month of March. One phrase I cannot stand: "You're so lucky."
Here's what I am lucky for:
- I was born American.
- I was born into the middle class.
- I was born with white privilege.
- I met "the one."
- I got pregnant easily with Junior.
As for the above list, yes: I'm lucky. I'm not ignoring these factors, especially the top three. I understand the unlevel playing field and agree that it exists.
But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm referring to people employing the phrase, "You're so lucky"
when it has nothing to do with luck and everything to do with hard work...