After a day of largely reading, relaxing and doing beau coups laundry, Frank and I had a nice sit-down with some turkey burgers [and pickles]. Upon a request for some "cuddle-movie time", I suggested that we "watch some crazy baby documentary".
As usual, Netflix tends to disappoint with it's ready-to-watch films, but we manage to add a couple interesting ones to the DVD queue, and then settle upon a movie called "The Business of Birthing". It features Ricki Lake, and largely advocates for the removal of crackpot-witch-psycho-hippie labeling of midwives as mediators to the [physical] baby within. Secondarily, it paints a picture of hospitals rushing moms with indoor baggage in, and moms with external baggage out, without necessarily respecting their birth plans (specifically those whose plans involved things happening naturally).
There are certainly some interesting stats thrown in there--most notably are 1)That people in the United States spend at least twice as much per pregnancy on care than pretty much all other countries, and 2)That the United States has the highest infant mortality rate of ANY DEVELOPED COUNTRY. That is freaky--I don't care if you're a hippie or not.
It certainly calls birth options into question...but before anyone berates me with threats over not being in a hospital to deliver my kid, let me be clear that this train of thought has just now only not rejected the midwife/home birth idea, and we are not ever planning on doing anything not medically sound and safe. YOU GOTTA KEEP YOUR COMPOSURE. YOU CAN'T BE FREAKIN' OUT.
I would like to be able (at least try) to soldier out my labor without being pressured into a C-section, or having pitocin make contractions for me. That's all I know.
Bringing things back to today--feeling good, not sick or anything, but quite tired despite keeping things pretty low key. I took a nice walk, but nothing to warrant curling up on the couch and watching You've Got Mail to recover (which may or may not have happened).
In other baby research news: rutabagas and lentils were purchased today on behalf of my unborn. What To Expect (which I am 16% through according to Kindle) put them amongst others on a list of good pregnancy foods. We'll see if they become a craving or an aversion.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST my mom is the most adorable, wonderful lady on the whole planet! She sent Frank and I the cutest Valentines Day package (arrived today), including Sweet Tarts Hearts (yesss), a Peanuts greeting card, pink and red tissue paper, pictures of Dani and I passed out on the couch at Christmas (family tradition), and these :) Love you Mom <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKxx5QC0ewc here's the song referenced in the blog title, just in case you're above the age of immaturity and don't know about it.
So! I'm pregnant. I'm 25, married and financially stable. Protestant, non-smoker, casual drinker (NOT NOW, sheesh), fairly health conscious, but not a total freak. We didn't exactly have this planned for convenience (more on that later), but we are SUPER excited!
In case you forgot how babies were made, it usually starts with a trip to Mexico.
Got the positive pee-stick on Tuesday, threw up breakfast on Wednesday and started reading furiously on Thursday! YAY!
About why this is less than ideal (but I am positive will still be amazing and exciting) timing is that I will be due extremely close to my best friend's wedding date (October 12th, 2012), in which I am the maid(en) of honor. There will be MUCH pre-planning, and much empire-waist dress hem to tend to. We'll see what the good doctor says next week about exact timing, but I'm sure (/hoping and praying) that everything will fall right into line.
Other than that little snafu, no I don't think 25 is too young to have a kid, and I especially won't when I'm back to my smokin-hot school weight while you're all worrying about squeezing in your last world travels and job promotions (self-righteous scoff).
I seriously don't mean anything by that, but it will be a comforting thought when I start to gain a pound a week.
...And I will admit, even though no one knows yet, it is an alienating feeling to know that we only know one other couple with a kid (and they live 300 miles away). It's just not the super norm anymore to marry and pop out kids within a year or two, which I understand. I'm still psyched, but for some reason I'm already looking forward to having more friends that can relate down the road. Tip of the hat to our trailblazers, Ryan and Catherine up in NY with their adorable little Amelia. You're even braver than we gave you credit for.
By the time almost anyone's reading this, I've probably been journaling for a week, have already been to the doctor, been told everything is ____, and have started telling more than just Frank and I's immediate family, which is perhaps when you heard about this series of entries. I'm hoping to keep up with this every day now that it's up--there may be a picture here and there, probably more when I start blooming into a pregant flower.
Be prepared for a violent learning process--that's what I'm predicting, and this thing is for me, so you will largely learn what I learn.
I heard there's poop.
Saddle up friends.
