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valancystirlingWhen I read the various pregnancy-related communities on livejournal, it makes me sick to see how many women out there are getting lousy care from lousy doctors/midwives who just don't seem to have a clue. It's like there's this alternate reality in which all things natural are just completely frowned upon. This is a world wherein women beg to be induced at 37 weeks because they're impatient or uncomfortable, and their doctor only asks which drug they would prefer to do it. Some of the common practices of the medical community are really scary, and I feel very relieved to have found an exit. I am very fortunate to have a midwife who has a varied background and seems familiar with so much of what is possible and recognizes that most interventions are not useful in every situation. Also, I can email her directly, which is obviously very cool. Yesterday I had my first official appointment with her, and I was there almost two hours just chitchatting and getting to know her. All in all I have a very good feeling about the whole thing.
I got my first shipment of diapers yesterday. The first ones I ordered two weeks ago are still not here, and I'm getting annoyed.
My new check card with my new last name is also taking its time getting here. I called the bank today, which is always a joyous experience, and they have no idea why I didn't get my card a week ago. I would like to point out that the nearest bank is a million miles from here, and it's not exactly convenient to try to get over there just to get cash. I don't LIKE carrying cash. It's just too easy to spend. Or lose. So they now have a rush on the new card, which is mighty big of them.
Jake is waiting to hear if this new trip to Ottawa is going to pan out. There's an SAP class up there in a couple of weeks, and in my eagerness, I have already emailed a prenatal massage place up there to find out how much they charge. I doubt anyone has a clue how much I could use a real, professional massage.
Watched Kill Bill 2 last night and enjoyed it. There's just something about seeing an eyeball squished between toes. Next on the agenda is The Bourne Identity and its sequel. If I hadn't spent the day fucking around reading livejournal, I'd have watched at least one of them by now, and maybe even gotten something knitted. What a waste.
I think it's time to lay off knitting soakers for a while and start making a pile of baby socks. I am so unimpressed by the tons of pink, white, or blue baby socks that you see in every frickin store. I want red and bright green and turquoise and fuschia socks. So there.
I have a mountain of books to get through. My brain is overly full already, and I'm having trouble processing new information. There's only so many times you can read about the glories and agonies of childbirth without starting to wonder just what the hell you've gotten yourself into.
I have had a small brainstorm relating to past wrongs. I've done terrible things to people, and people have done terrible things to me, and when you really look at it objectively, it's all just people reacting without thinking, and imagining that their circumstances are so extraordinary that normal behaviour doesn't apply. I know I have been guilty of this, and when I examine other people's behaviour in this context, it all seems to fit. At what point are we supposed to just grow the fuck up and realise that there are truly very few extraordinary circumstances, and that good judgment is required in every situation. Knee-jerk reactions are not always appropriate. Why do we sometimes feel like it's okay to forego common sense and just plain decency toward each other? I don't know what's made me think about this today. I guess I've been trying to decide how to handle things with my dad once and for all. I look back on how we treated each other at various times, and it seems we both declared ourselves entitled to extreme reactions that don't have a place in reality. I can almost believe it was less horrible on my part because I was a very hurt teenager with a lack of experience and wisdom, but for someone at his stage of life to have behaved in a not unsimilar way himself...I have a harder time reconciling myself to that. We have to grow up sometime, right?
I got my first shipment of diapers yesterday. The first ones I ordered two weeks ago are still not here, and I'm getting annoyed.
My new check card with my new last name is also taking its time getting here. I called the bank today, which is always a joyous experience, and they have no idea why I didn't get my card a week ago. I would like to point out that the nearest bank is a million miles from here, and it's not exactly convenient to try to get over there just to get cash. I don't LIKE carrying cash. It's just too easy to spend. Or lose. So they now have a rush on the new card, which is mighty big of them.
Jake is waiting to hear if this new trip to Ottawa is going to pan out. There's an SAP class up there in a couple of weeks, and in my eagerness, I have already emailed a prenatal massage place up there to find out how much they charge. I doubt anyone has a clue how much I could use a real, professional massage.
Watched Kill Bill 2 last night and enjoyed it. There's just something about seeing an eyeball squished between toes. Next on the agenda is The Bourne Identity and its sequel. If I hadn't spent the day fucking around reading livejournal, I'd have watched at least one of them by now, and maybe even gotten something knitted. What a waste.
I think it's time to lay off knitting soakers for a while and start making a pile of baby socks. I am so unimpressed by the tons of pink, white, or blue baby socks that you see in every frickin store. I want red and bright green and turquoise and fuschia socks. So there.
I have a mountain of books to get through. My brain is overly full already, and I'm having trouble processing new information. There's only so many times you can read about the glories and agonies of childbirth without starting to wonder just what the hell you've gotten yourself into.
I have had a small brainstorm relating to past wrongs. I've done terrible things to people, and people have done terrible things to me, and when you really look at it objectively, it's all just people reacting without thinking, and imagining that their circumstances are so extraordinary that normal behaviour doesn't apply. I know I have been guilty of this, and when I examine other people's behaviour in this context, it all seems to fit. At what point are we supposed to just grow the fuck up and realise that there are truly very few extraordinary circumstances, and that good judgment is required in every situation. Knee-jerk reactions are not always appropriate. Why do we sometimes feel like it's okay to forego common sense and just plain decency toward each other? I don't know what's made me think about this today. I guess I've been trying to decide how to handle things with my dad once and for all. I look back on how we treated each other at various times, and it seems we both declared ourselves entitled to extreme reactions that don't have a place in reality. I can almost believe it was less horrible on my part because I was a very hurt teenager with a lack of experience and wisdom, but for someone at his stage of life to have behaved in a not unsimilar way himself...I have a harder time reconciling myself to that. We have to grow up sometime, right?
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Date: 2005-08-24 09:08 pm (UTC)Most people seem to find it inconveniently uncomfortable, and choose not to bother :(
Of course, it's just sour grapes on my part - the universe didn't give me the option!
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Date: 2005-08-29 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-25 01:04 pm (UTC)pull the bag shut, and plop a hat on them, that's what i say! ;P
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Date: 2005-08-25 01:05 pm (UTC)"Put the baby in a velvet back up to their neck, pull the bag shut and plop a hat on them, that's what I say!"
Now the joke isn't as fun. :(