May 31, 2007
I Am Not a Bloody Genie
Had a meeting with some folk all morning.
My stomach was rubbed.
Twice.
Imagine how pleased I am about that.
-H.
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Next time tell them you have a highly contagious rash all over your body, then suggest an ointment they can use.
Posted by: Teresa at May 31, 2007 02:08 PM (CDbbD)
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Ack! What is it with those people? Next time you see them, go rub their tummies and say you are "just checking"...
Posted by: sue at May 31, 2007 02:12 PM (WbfZD)
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AAAHHH!! And so it begins.......
Posted by: Teri at May 31, 2007 02:50 PM (K7jOL)
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Just kick them as soon as their hands touch your stomach and tell them it's a reflex.
Posted by: amy t. at May 31, 2007 03:07 PM (3dOTd)
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I always wonder how this worked. I canNOT stand having random people touch me, so there's fear factor involved for if/when we have kids.
Can you tell someone, politely but firmly, that you do not like to be touched, so don't do that again? Or even better, gently grab a wrist as the hand flies out and state it then?
Posted by: Opal at May 31, 2007 03:08 PM (Us7dd)
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Use Tersea's suggestion - tell 'em they just got a mega-dose of the handherpies.
Paul
Posted by: Light & Dark at May 31, 2007 03:44 PM (I58Kg)
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Oooh, bummer. I don't know what it is that makes people think that's OK! Unfortunately I fear it will only get worse. Good luck!
Posted by: Erin at May 31, 2007 04:15 PM (VkeXi)
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Drop something on their arm as they reach...like the file, book or large rock you happen to be holding. ;-p
Although I think I'd go the route of AmyT.
Or Sue- especially if the offender is female and your in a large group of people. It'll make them self conscious as all hell, and perhaps the embarassement will teach them something...
Posted by: Angela at May 31, 2007 04:27 PM (DGWM7)
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Just another reason I won't be having kids. If someone touched my stomach, I'd break their arm, then I'd go to jail for assault and the baby would be born behind bars.
Posted by: geeky at May 31, 2007 04:40 PM (ziVl9)
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Well You didn't kill em... so .. your doing well.
Posted by: LarryConley at May 31, 2007 05:24 PM (BJJcg)
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Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. I think it's time for a t-shirt with a brazen saying on it.
Will.chop.off.hands.
Posted by: statia at May 31, 2007 06:15 PM (LxnAA)
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One for each lemonhead, one presumes? You should develop a sense of humor and a comedic comeback to this, you know. The pull of rubbing of the impregnated belly is inevitable. One might even say irresistable, you know.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 31, 2007 06:43 PM (jl9h0)
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Yeesh; people still do that, eh? Even after all the "Dear Abby" letters about it? O_o
So did I tell you about the woman in the office I worked in when I was pregnant with my first? As I went into my 8th month, every morning as I walked past HER desk area to get to MY desk area, she'd ask me, all solicitous and puke sweet, "How do you feel, my dear?" and I'd chirp, "just fine" and she cluck at me and say, sadly, "Oh you look just terrible, dear; so tired, so exhausted."
"Really?" I'd ask, bug-eyed and all of 21 years old.
"I do?" I'd squeak. "But I feel okay."
"Oh no! You look like death, my dear, trust me!"
Okay, I still have pictures of me back then and I looked fucking *glowing* during my pregnancy. A HUGE belly because I carried Lucy all in front but I looked awesome; no one would have ever said I looked "sick".
But I didn't know that back then. I was fairly well traumatized at that point about my body doing what it was doing as it was, and anyone saying ANYTHING negative was a big cause for concern for me.
This went on EVERY DAY for weeks and I started to dread walking past her desk. I actually felt *worse* every day after she'd tell me how tired and worn out I always looked; although I'd felt just fine before I saw her sour puss.
Finally I complained to someone about it, a friend, can't remember, and they suggested I tell her I felt great instead of agreeing and slinking away; in fact, to say, I felt better than I'd ever felt in my LIFE BEFORE! (Okay, I should have already done this, but, only 21, remember? And none too bright back then, either. Heh)
I did as my friend suggested and the woman was shocked.
"Are you SURE you feel okay? You don't *look* it at all, my dear. Not at all."
"YES I FEEL GREAT WONDERFUL FABULOUS!" I almost shouted and stalked off to my desk.
She *avoided* me after that! She actually turned away every day until my last day and pretended she had paperwork to do when I had to walk by.
The End (Gee, I'm really enjoying trotting out all my old pregnancy stories, Helen! hehehehe COMMENT BLOG WHORE HERE! ahahahaha)
Posted by: The other Amber at May 31, 2007 07:45 PM (zQE5D)
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Oh and btw, the mu.nu spam filter prevented me from posting at first because of the word:
s-l-u-m-p-e-d
So I subbed with the word "slinked" and that went through no problem.
What kills me is, I used "fucking" and "whore" in that comment, but those words went through just fine!
LOL!
Posted by: The other Amber at May 31, 2007 07:52 PM (zQE5D)
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I would just smile and say, "I appreciate it, but I have personal space issues."
Or, you could just cough on them. People tend to back up when you start hacking....
Posted by: Mia at May 31, 2007 10:27 PM (8yLzc)
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I have no advice to give you about how to stop the belling petting, but I do think that touching their belly back would be awesomely direct. If they ask what you are doing, just state: "Oh, don't you like it when I touch your torso?"
Man, if I ever get preggers I am totally using that if someone pets my stomach. I would also say something like, "Way to make me feel fat."
As a side note, last year when my best friend was pregnant I kept asking her how she enjoyed being knocked up. I found that very funny, I don't think she enjoyed it as much as I. Few people find me as hilarious as I find myself.
Posted by: Some Girl at May 31, 2007 11:43 PM (5Owam)
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No one ever rubbed my belly when I was pregnant (three times over) unless they asked and were only allowed if they were my grandma. I think I put off the vibe of "touch me and I'll kick your ass." Which sucks when you want to be one of those huggy friends but don't know how to go about it.
Erp .. tangent.
I'll kick their asses for you if you want!
Posted by: Michele at May 31, 2007 11:53 PM (fcaMV)
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Do the words "sexual harrassment" lawsuit ring a bell. I happen to know a person who enjoyed rubbing the bellies of pregnant people in hte work place. He was complained upon and treatened with lawsuit. He left never to return. And he was not an employee. Double whammy. Harrassment and the employer was caught because thye had not prevented him from the action: he was known as a compulsive belly patter.
You have remedies.
Posted by: Foggy at June 01, 2007 02:54 AM (Glvp6)
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Do the words "sexual harrassment" lawsuit ring a bell. I happen to know a person who enjoyed rubbing the bellies of pregnant people in the work place. He was complained upon and treatened with lawsuit. He left never to return. And he was not an employee. Double whammy. Harrassment and the employer was caught because they had not prevented him from the action: he was known as a compulsive belly patter.
You have remedies.
Posted by: Foggy at June 01, 2007 02:55 AM (Glvp6)
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I was recently in an all-female gathering of about 20 young women, and I only knew a few of them. One was pregnant... very close to her due date, in fact, and the baby was kicking. She actually encouraged all of us to touch her stomach, offering it to each of us. She was surprised, and, I think even a little offended when I declined her offer. (Call me strange, but I don't touch people I know very much, let alone strangers who are pregnant and want me to rub their bellies.) Are there many other pregnant women who WANT people to touch their tummies???
Posted by: Meg at June 01, 2007 03:10 PM (MaXQ4)
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Ack! I had the same problem when I was knocked up with T-Boog. A friend told me about these shirts, but she was pre-term and I didn't have time to get one. Next time for sure though! I hated feeling like a pissed-off Buddha for 6 months. I love the "Don't touch my belly" and "No prenatal stories" ones.
http://www.leavemeb.com/index.php?cPath=31&osCsid=26cfa1f1bf3b61431640d6ce62dee97f
(Yeah, HTML illiterate here)
Posted by: Aletta C at June 01, 2007 05:35 PM (63TXA)
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OK, I fear I'm about to get myself flamed to the eyebrows, but I just gotta say a few words in defense of the well-intended. For some of us, the experience of feeling our babies move inside us was the epitome high point of our lives. Hard to articulate -- but it's about the rush of joy and wonder and disbelief. There's no "close" like the close of having a new life held safe INSIDE your own body. For the rest of our lives, we remember -- and maybe yearn, a little bit? When we encounter that visible miracle in another mom-to-be, the wish to receive (and pass back) that energy again is palpable. So we do that thing you hate so much. I apologize to all of you. It's just our need to connect with and welcome the miracle. I acknowledge your aversion(s). We will try to do better.
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May 30, 2007
Yeah, Really, I Just Laid There
The Lemonheads are moving along. I still haven't gained any more weight than the 7 kilos (15 pounds) I put on in the first 12 weeks, and I know I keep going on about it but I simply just don't look 4.5 months pregnant with twins. The other twin moms at similar growth rates that I see in pics look two or three times my size already. And I do eat, I really do. But the only things that I crave are fruit and Fig Newtons (which Beach Girl and
Angela have been kind enough to send over, because the fig rolls you can get here? Not the same.)
We got scanned yesterday, actually. It wasn't planned but based on various symptoms I was showing I rang up the hospital and they said they'd like to see me. So off Angus and I trooped, where we checked in to labor and delivery, and I got fingered by the doctor (I had no idea they check your cervix. Seriously. I'm about as woefully ignorant about birthing as I am about welding. In fact, I might be more clued up about welding. Lemme get my goggles.) Then we got the fun with goo and ultrasound wands as they checked on the Lemonheads.
Both Lemonheads were alive and kicking.
Literally, actually, as Lemonhead #2 was kicking its sibling in the head.
What came out of the hospital visit-besides us seeing the babies, who look more like the Alein bad guy Giger drew than real babies-is that the little Lemonheads, they just keep going. Even with a severe cough that's so bad I've sprained both of my abdominal muscles, they keep persevering (the abdominal muscles are the reason why we got to go to hospital at all.)
Today I'm exactly 18 weeks pregnant. For twins, this means I've met the halfway point. Single babies, they get to party in the uterus for 40 weeks, but twins generally get the eviction at about 36 weeks.
And if I can follow the old cliche, I'd like to say this-I can't believe I've made it this far. We're a long way from being done and are certainly not out of the woods-should something go wrong and I go into labor today, the babies would not survive. But still-I got to see them do Tae Kwon Do in utero, and that's something that will live with me always.
Being pregnant has suddenly opened my eyes to certain elements of how people react. I think it's the case with all pregnancies in that suddenly you are the world's oyster, but with twins you somehow get shuttled into a different category, one in which people's mouths get unplugged from their brains. It's happened again and again and I can tell you a few things that already annoy me:
1) When people say "You'll never sleep in again." or "You'd better sleep now, while you still can!" Actually I will be sleeping again, thanks. The first few months may be a bit sleep deprived but that too shall pass. We're not heavy duty sleepers in this house anyway-although lately we've been sleeping late because we cough all night long and aren't feeling well, we typically wake up around 7 am. If our kids wind up sleeping 7 hours a night soon then we'll all be on the same schedule.
2) When people say "Ooooh twins! You have an instant family!" OK, see, twins are not a Carnation breakfast drink. Yes, twins + adults = typical family, complete with dog, house, and picket fence. But I had a family before I will be having babies. I have a boy and a dog and two pain in the ass cats. I have two stepkids. I have a family, I'm just augmenting my existing one. Saying that NOW I have a family denigrates what I currently have.
3) The big one for me-when people find out it's twins, it becomes all about Angus' sperm.
See, now, I can't really explain why this winds me up so much, it just does. Yes, Angus has fantastic, wall-splitting, super hard-working sperm. We do actually know this, because unlike most men that get to imbibe too much beer and grope the Mrs before landing a little Budweiser Junior in the hot pocket, Angus was offered a sad choice of porn (including, he says, some car magazines, which I find all kinds of strange) and a tupperware container (I begged him to stick his head out the door and shout an inquiry as to if they had any Asian porn, but he refused). So Angus does actually know how his little guys are doing, since we got a print-out result of it.
This is some of the following used to assess an acceptable sperm analysis (as according to the World Health Organization):
Volume:
2.0 mL or more
Total Sperm Count:
40 x 106 spermatozoa per ejaculate or more
pH:
7.2 or higher
Sperm Concentration:
20 x 106 spermatozoa / mL or more
Motility:
50% or more motile (grade a+b) or 25% or more with progressive motility (grade a) within 60 minutes of ejaculation.
Morphology:
WHO Criteria for assessing normal sperm morphology defines the following:
Head:The head should be oval and smooth. Round, pyriform, pin, double and amorphous heads are all abnormal.
Midpiece: The midpiece should be straight and slightly thicker than the tail.
Tail:The tail should be single, unbroken, straight and without kinks or coils.
A minimum of 100 sperm must be counted that qualify the above criteria.
Vitality:
50% or more live.
Also, you shouldn't have any pus in the sperm.
That totally makes you want to swallow, I know.
Angus met the criteria. It's gotta be pretty nerve-wracking for a guy to hear how many sperm were present, how many of them were lazy couch potatoes and how many of them were short bus. But my guy, he exceeded the norms, which for a 45 year-old has to feel pretty good (or for a guy of any age, really).
But upon finding out that I'm packing twins, the general response from my colleagues and, indeed, from pretty much most of the men we know, is this:
Duuuuuuuuuude! Way to go, Angus!
Excuse me? What, it's all thanks to the amazing sexual potency of the man? Do people think his semen has the high velocity impact of a fire hose and I am helplessly plowed into the wall when he ejaculates? No one seems to give a shit about the male aptitude when a woman has a single baby, why is it such a big deal when there are multiples?
I've heard it again and again from other men (Angus, thankfully, is not of the "It's all down to me" category). "Tell him great work!" or "He's really a man's man!" or other such comments along similarly chauvinistic lines.
Let's do a little bit of biology, shall we?
Say I was carrying identical twins (which I'm not). You know how many of Angus' Super Grip Action Men would be used in the fertilization process? One. One single determined sperm. True, the egg would be under attack from lots of swimmers, but two kids will come out of one sperm. It's the embryo that divides (generally speaking. There is an occurance called semi-identical twins, which takes two sperm and one egg, but it's extremely rare).
In that scenario, then, it's my body's contribution that does all the work.
So in our case of fraternal twins-to have our two babies, we need two sperm. Yes, again, there are 400,000 billion all having a stag do in my uterus (or, in our case, a petri dish). But only two are actually used. And as far as eggs go you need two of those as well. So we have equal contributions to what's happening.
In other words, Angus' sperm hasn't rocked the fertility world any more than my eggs have done.
Yet for men this is not essential information. It doesn't matter that good egg quality is a very important issue, too. I am the innocent bystander, the recipient of the incredible fecundity known as the male reproductive system. I am lucky I can catch his virility in a bucket, I guess. Color me blessed.
It's true that almost no one in our real life knows we've been through IVF, and I don't really see that it's any of their business, either. And it's true-my eggs this time were a bit shite (we donated 4 to another woman and so far we're too chicken to find out if it worked for her. The last time we donated eggs the woman didn't get pregnant and I was pretty cut up with guilt about that.) It's true that Angus' sperm were "washed", a process in which only the best and the brightest were presented to my 10 pack-a-day smoker eggs and his Head Boys had to do a lot of work. But I'm a bit pissed off at the resounding good ol' boy back-slapping going on with regards to sperm acknowledgements. Yes, Angus is a great man. Yes, his sperm can unite villages in remarkable peace processes.
But it took two to tango.
I asked my therapist about this, not because I had any emotional angst about this, but because I couldn't figure out what the fuck was up with the "Way to go, Angus!" remarks.
My therapist - a nice older man with 5 grown children of his own - offered me this:
"I know you're not going to like this, and unlike all the other things we talk about, this has no basis in psycholigical analysis or depth. The reason men react that way to Angus has one explanation only-it's because we're men. Generally speaking, we don't do well with emotional situations like this. While women celebrate the pregnancy, men have to connect on a level that other men understand."
"So it's just basically because 'boys will be boys'?" I ask. I wonder if this is when I start practicing my shebonics and burning my bras in protest. I wonder if I can start educating the men around me or, failling that, if a good smack will do the job.
"Sorry, but yes," he replies. "This is how a lot of men relate to each other, you can't change it."
So I guess I'll have to start working on just accepting that this, this is going to be the male reaction to the rest of my pregnancy and, I assume, the rest of our twins' lives. Good thing I love Angus a lot, otherwise the temptation to shout that it's not all about his sperm would be overwhelming.
Today I'm 18 weeks pregnant with the magical love sperm that Angus donated to my egg basket.
I'm doing well so far.
When people ask when I'm due, I tell them that foaling season starts beginning October.
I find that very funny.
So far I'm alone in finding that very funny, but I'll let you know how I get on with that.
-H.
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Helan...
You have in your lap (literally
something you've sought after for a long time.. You have THE home... dogs,cats, cool stepkids, that nice male fellow, and now your own...
::Huzzah!!::
Not only do you probably own every children's movie worth watching... you are a caring loving person who will be your kids favorite person (excluding ages 2-3 and 13-1
in the world..
Posted by: LarryConley at May 30, 2007 10:56 AM (ntinS)
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Oh I'm not too angry, honest.
And I owe a huge portion of my children's films (and gratitude!) to you and your nice post surprises
Posted by: Helen at May 30, 2007 11:05 AM (2nilo)
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LOL. That is funny. I think its ok for the one going to give birth to say it. But I think if someone had posed the question (say in my eighth month) in that manor, I might have smacked them lol.
Oh and when I was pregnant, people really couldn't tell until I was well into my seventh month. But oy,then I really showed! I am so glad that everything is going well with you!
Posted by: justme at May 30, 2007 11:08 AM (PLhEU)
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One of Adam's co-workers, upon hearing we were pregnant, slapped him on the back and said:
"Way to go! Must have been a little
extra thrust thrown in there, huh buddy!?"
Uh.
Posted by: Teresa at May 30, 2007 01:09 PM (TKarh)
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People say all sorts of stupid things when they find out you're pregnant, like, "Whatsamatta honey, doncha have a television set?!" or "Don't you know what causes that?" But the one I failed to heed and have ringing through my head when I look at my almost-grown kids was, "Enjoy it now, it'll be over before you know it!" So that's my advice to you. One moment they're born and you're exhausted with keeping up with their needs, then you're teaching them their colors and abc's and numbers, then you're holding them close as they get their first teenage heartbreak then you're watching them graduate. All the time your head is spinning, where did the time go? Parenthood--it's the most wonderfully heartbreaking joyous exhausting thing ever. You'll love it!
Posted by: Julie at May 30, 2007 01:42 PM (2TlT5)
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Just wait. After their born, you'll get a whole other class of stupid remarks about twins. My brother and I are boy/girl twins, yet I can't tell you how many times we've been asked if we're identical twins. I always offer to draw people a picture to illustrate exactly WHY we can't be identical. I also get the "Can you feel it when he gets hurt?" question a lot too, which I just roll my eyes at.
Posted by: geeky at May 30, 2007 02:50 PM (ziVl9)
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That was hilarious. I love the names you gave the spermies.
And justme is right. Your first baby(ies) dont't show up on the Goodyear Meter because you have really strong muscles that haven't stretched to hell and back. Yet.
I remember that, by the time I was pregnant with the third baby, I popped out in a manner of weeks. Call it "muscle memory" if you will. In my case, it was more along the lines of "flabby," but the other sounds better. Aheh.
Posted by: Margi at May 30, 2007 03:38 PM (qd89Z)
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Too funny.
My favorite comment when I announced to my parents I was pregnant (with my third) was "just like bunnies"... Thanks. Really. They didn't say anything when I had my fourth.
Glad to hear all is going well. I think guys make those comments just because they're jealous. YOU get to actually carry the baby... they feel they are missing out.
Posted by: sue at May 30, 2007 04:54 PM (WbfZD)
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"You'd better sleep now, while you still can!"
GAH! People said that to me when I was preggers too, along with, "enjoy your time in the hospital because you'll be happy somebody else is taking care of the baby."
Okay, One) I hated them saying that more than biting the inside of my mouth accidentally and making it bleed, and, Two) It's not true; I did get sleep at home with my new baby, even if it was at odd times while I got NO sleep AT ALL in the damn hospital. Plus, I WANTED to take care of my own baby! I hated the hospital staff doing it.
So there. GAh. People are stupid.
As for guys bragging...I chalk that up to the fact they can't get pregnant; they have to have SOMETHING to crow about, you know? So they talk about their dicks and their sperm. It's all they've got, yanno?
Posted by: The other Amber at May 30, 2007 07:40 PM (zQE5D)
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I can attest to the fact that Margi's #3 made his presence known Very early!
And you made ME laugh with the foaling thing.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 30, 2007 11:06 PM (qPLLC)
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this entry was pure genius! thanks for making me laugh out loud!
Posted by: SuperSarah at May 31, 2007 01:01 AM (udcGR)
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Eh, you don't sleep that much in the beginning, but the good thing is that you'll be off, and you both work from home most of the time anyway, so you'll be able to sleep in shifts to a point and yeah, after about three months, give or take, they'll be sleeping in bigger chunks. The bad thing is, the first few weeks seem to crawl, the good thing is, after that it seems to go by at warp speed.
That said, I don't think I ever will sleep again, at least not without the help of narcotics, but that's just me.
And no matter what people tell you, you'll definitely sleep better right after they're born than you will in the third trimester. The third trimester can suck my fat cock.
Posted by: statia at May 31, 2007 01:18 AM (LxnAA)
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Well, I think it's funny too.
My daughter has twins (now age 11) and they are fabulous - and worth all the jokes and having to listen to idiots who say stupid stuff about sperm, and all that.
I am so pleased for you!! Happy 18 weeks!!
Posted by: kenju at May 31, 2007 04:28 AM (DBvE5)
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Hi Helen! My sister had twins through IVF in 2002, a boy and a girl who are now 4 and totally insane and lovely. She said the same thing, since not a lot of people know she had IVF she got (and still gets) that wide range of comments. The worst one according to her is "do twins run in your family??!" That one drives her crazy! When she simply states that yes, her husband's mother was a twin, they argue about the twins gene being passed down through the mother's side. So then she finally has to go into detail about her IVF (and that's normally to total strangers!) So, in short, you'll get those comments forever!
Posted by: Juls at May 31, 2007 06:33 AM (3ouud)
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Funny how when things go well in this department the guy gets the credit, but when they don't it's automatically assumed it's a problem with the woman. Humph. I think people say stupid things because they can't think of anything else to say other than what they've heard already. There is a serious lack of creativity in this world. Loved this post, H.
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May 29, 2007
Another Kind of Love
The Memorial Dar weekend (we had Monday off here, too) was spent in a flurry of depression over the seriously foul weather (it rained all weekend, complete with gale-force winds and chilly temperatures) and petty arguments over nothing, arguments which cast the house in a gloomy color of mocha. I spent a lot of it hoping to get through the weekend without actually coughing up a lung or forcibly ejecting my uterus out the downward escape hatch, and it seems better today but I remain on the homemade pregnancy approved cough syrup (I do at least sound like a heavy smoker. Or at least I did until I basically spoke in a hazy wheeze last night, but I'm back to heavy smoker sounding.)
There seems to be so much to do, all of it of that level of bullshit that you generally hate doing-phone the bank. Call the doctor. Check on how we're doing on the nursery waiting lists. Ring architects. Book up hotels for our trip to Scotland, all of which seem to be full, and of course when I do finally find one that can take us it's not what was wanted, so apparently I fucked up (again). Work through 1,000 lines of Microsoft Excel in hopes of getting my project moving forward, instead of stalled in technical hell. I'm so endlessly frustrated by thoughts of what I want to write, but which only come to life in brain occasionally, trapped by my laziness and lack of confidence. My "to-do" list is exhausting, and that's without picking up the phone.
That said, I've been striking things off the list so far today. It feels good to get things done (prescription filled, one nursery has a bit of hope, architect will be by tomorrow for site survery, Excel spreadsheet done, I've completely fucking bored you now, etc. But at least it's getting better.
Yesterday the sky was dark and hostile. The wind was bitterly cold and violent-the hammock had gone for a sail across the back garden, the upbeat stripes muddied by the mud-smeared turf. The darkness matched my thoughts.
I walk up to Angus, who is working away at Turbo CAD on the downstairs PC.
"I'm not a very good person," I say quietly.
"Why's that?" he asks looking up at me.
I have been thinking about this. "There's someone I'm supposed to love, but I don't. I used to. Now I don't love them anymore. If I'm supposed to love them and I don't, then that makes me a bad person."
I really don't love someone anymore, it's not me with a knee jerk reaction, it's not me re-visiting the monochrome of my mental illness salad days. I've thought about it and thought about it in my quiet and difficult short bus way of thinking that I have these days. The inside of me is better, so much better I don't even recognize who I used to be, but part of that better means that I have to spend a lot of time trying to figure out what it is I really feel about something.
I have people in my life that I love greatly, that I love so much I don't like to imagine them not being around. This isn't to say that I would die without them, because I don't think healthy love is supposed to work like that. It just means that life without them is more bleak than I think I know how to bear, and I know bleak. Bleak owes me money.
I have people in my life that I like and enjoy. When I'm in their company, I have a great time. I may not think about them all the time and I may not see them often, but they are a happy part of my sidelines, and I like to have them there.
I have people in my life that I don't like. I'd get rid of them, but they're largely in my professional life, and you can't really detach yourself from that. If you work, chances are that there will be someone you clash with.
I have people that I'm estranged from, but still love (how can one not?). This list is short but it exists. Maybe you're thinking I should make up with them and move on, but the estrangement is enforced from both sides-sometimes we all need a little sandbagging to keep our castles from being breached. Some estrangement is necessary for the time being, and although it's sad, it's simply the way it is.
I have a few people in my life that I loathe and detest. This might be bad karma. This might be not a good way of working. It might be best that I don't go near these people or have anything to do with them, and generally speaking, I usually don't have anything to do with them. These people make my ulcer explode and my temper rise. I cannot resist a challenge from them. I don't do well even thinking about them.
And then I find this new category, this new space. Someone from one of my lists has fallen, and fallen hard. I don't love them anymore. It's as easy and as complicated as that. I don't wish them and their family any ill, I genuinely hope life goes for them the way it's supposed to go. I just don't love them anymore, and I don't want to see them again.
This makes me a bad person. I'm supposed to love this person. I used to love this person. This isn't the bitterness talking, something inside of me has shifted. Should I buck the nature of responsibility? Should I say to myself: Gee, you awful bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you? How could you not love that person? What kind of complete waste of human material are you?
Or should I just say: Yeah, you don't love them anymore. Maybe that could be changed or maybe this is just a part of life, only one of those parts that no one talks about anymore? People stop loving people in their lives, even ones they should continue to care about. It happens. It's not something to celebrate, maybe, but it happens.
Angus looks at me. "That person hasn't behaved very well," he says softly. "It doesn't make you a bad person."
But there are places where the darkness seeps that no one can get to.
Not even me.
So I'll write my documents and make my phone calls and listen to my iPod and I will watch the stormclouds roll in over the backgarden and I will know that they rain for me, and for all that I've dried up inside of myself.
-H.
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Oh, dear.
I think you are a good person, H. And I've met enough bad ones over the years that I feel as if I can tell the difference.
Posted by: RP at May 29, 2007 01:35 PM (op1yW)
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It's not Solomon is it? : ) Just kidding.
If Angus is right, and that person has behaved badly, maybe one day he/she will behave well and make loving them do-able again. You know I love relationship restoration, but I also understand we can't be best friends with everyone. If it's someone you feel like you're supposed to love or would like to love, I hope some day you'll love them again.
Speaking of "best friends", whatever happened to "Best Friend"? I haven't seen him comment in a long, long time.
Posted by: Solomon at May 29, 2007 01:36 PM (al5Ou)
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He's right though, you know. Not loving someone anymore doesn't make you a bad person. It just means you're not inviting them into that part of your heart anymore. It's okay, it's healthy, and it's probably more productive than allowing them to trample all over the most delicate parts of your soul. I don't even know who this person is, but it appears that this is a step in healing for you, so good for you. Progress. Not a bad person. Honest.
Posted by: Lisa at May 29, 2007 01:36 PM (ELUjU)
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This is the one part of "getting better" that I was not prepared for. There was a time when I thought I would always be sad inside, always having to force myself to feel happiness-that it would not ever be genuine. But things began to change, and I became stronger and more secure in myself-I set boundries and made people respect them. I was healing, and like you said I do not even recognize myself at times. Now the issues I need to sort through is how do I deal with those who are no longer good for me-the ones who bring me down, make me sad, angry-whatever? The scariest thing? How some people that I onced thought I enjoyed-maybe even loved-I can not fucking stand anymore. I was not prepared for this, and it is a whole new struggle. I am right there with ya babe-we can get through this, we have come to far to even look back.
That being said, the good thing for both of us is we still love our significant others. In fact for me (and I suppose for you as well)it has made our relationship stronger. I guess things could be worse, although even when the therapist tells me things of this sort it is sometimes just cold comfort. You are so much stronger now, and I love the 'new' Helen. Progress can be a bitch, but hell, it is necessary.
Posted by: Teresa at May 29, 2007 02:48 PM (IGZy3)
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It is all part of natural progression of life... it doesn't make you a bad person one little smidge. Just makes you human.
Posted by: sue at May 29, 2007 02:50 PM (WbfZD)
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You're not bad. It happens. When I cut loose from my ex and did some major emotional changes, I couldn't do it with some of the people in my life at that time. They were very bad for my mental/emotional health. So I cut them loose too.
Emotions fade and one day, you are surprised to find you just don't care anymore.
You're not "bad"; you're just protecting yourself from more hurt.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 29, 2007 03:20 PM (zQE5D)
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Where is it written that you are "supposed" to love anyone? Even if they scar you and continually hurt you? Where is it written? No where. Even the BIBLE says "honor" thy father and mother. It doesn't say "keep putting up with their crap and let them hurt you endlessly by loving them."
We're not from the same generation, dearheart, but it seems we were both brought up on the Rainbow School of Hopes and Dreams where every parent loves their children and all works out in the end.
You know what? Sometimes, it just doesn't. And if this person was a hot stove, you wouldn't keep reaching out and getting burned, would you?
I know. You would. Until you couldn't take any more.
CONGRATULATIONS on making it to that point!
You always will be stronger than you realize. This includes cutting caustic people out of your life. I just wish you realized that that does not make you bad - it makes you a survivor. A winner.
{{{{ hugs }}}}
Posted by: Margi at May 29, 2007 03:44 PM (BYQiX)
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Maybe it's not JUST a matter of behaving badly. Maybe it's a matter of you becoming more and more healthy. Maybe, when you/me/the collective universe discovers that no matter what WE do, how WE behave, there are still some people from whom we can never, ever, ever expect any different results. And it is then that the feeling that kept us pursuing the one we "used to love"--begins to dry up--to become a final effort to save ourselves. Until eventually, the husk of that love just blows wistfully away until gone. And we are a little wiser, maybe, and maybe, just a little more healed.
Posted by: Deborah at May 29, 2007 08:08 PM (GOFVL)
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Sometimes the best thing you can do for misbehaving friends or family members is just let them go. Wish them the best, but don't enable their misbehavior or be their doormat anymore. Especially if they've become toxic to your well-being, or your own personal relationships. You've come way too far for others to drag you down to their level, and you are presently occupied with taking care of yourself and a pair of Lemonheads, as any good mom-to-be should. That doesn't make you a bad person, just looking out for your own best interests.
Posted by: diamond dave at May 29, 2007 09:28 PM (qg3zO)
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Ya know, I completely understand what you are saying lol. I don't think it makes you a bad person. Because if it does, then I am rotten.
Posted by: justme at May 29, 2007 10:59 PM (PLhEU)
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I have a cousin. She married a very bad man, did crack on a regular basis, demanded much emotionally and monetarily from our family. Finally, after much pain and sorrow, her fellow cousins, myself included, cut her off. We had to, for our own sakes.
Eventually, our cousin dumped the bastard, got clean, remarried to someone who's a little shy around us but who is a very good man at heart, gave birth to a mildly ADD but also incredibly bright son, and is slowly becoming accepted again by her cousins, myself included.
Not easy at all, but sometimes, you do what you have to until they do what they have to.
My two bits...
Posted by: palamedes at May 29, 2007 11:47 PM (jdXw+)
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Just like someone who's been through the mill to take the hit on themselves for the actions of others. I am that girl too. Or sometimes I am (still). This is not a reflection on your goodness or badness, just your sense of self-preservation kicking in. *hugs*
Posted by: Donna at May 30, 2007 01:33 AM (lQSbL)
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I think letting go of some people can actually work out best for everyone in the long run. Now if I could just learn to say no..... PS I might be needing some advice about getting rid of a manky old fishpond!
Posted by: SuperSarah at May 30, 2007 08:31 AM (udcGR)
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I've gone through something similar...and yet, I am still a good person.
And so are you, Helen.
Posted by: Mia at May 30, 2007 09:51 PM (8yLzc)
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I had a friend in high school who anguished about how he felt about his sister. I finally told him, "She's your sister, you have to love her... but you don't have to *like* her very much." I was speaking in clichés— but it was, after all, high school.
But you're an adult, so you know (or should hear) the better answer, which is that love is built on trust, and a lack of trust can kill it dead. If somebody is at that level in your life, then it's a miracle that you still wish them well, and you shouldn't feel bad because a one-sided bridge is doomed to fail.
Clichés again...
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Not Just an Island with Herve Villechaize
So we're a bit....um...
liberal when it comes to the mechanics involving sex. I don't mean we march around naked (although he's prone to) and I don't mean liberal as in us walking around carrying signs saying "
Trotsky simply wasn't committed enough...and blow jobs are life, comrade!"
No, I mean we have always had a very honest, open approach to sex and issues surrounding sex in our household. Maybe it's because of how our relationship evolved, i.e. it was already naughty, let's just throw the rest of the naughty in, too. Maybe it's because we've both been burned and we've both had horrifically bad lovers in the past (this is not a go at his ex-wife or my ex-husband, either. We have had others. Suffice to say neither of us were virgins when we married.) Or perhaps it's simply because we both agree that with each other we are the best sexual compadres in the whole wide world, ever, and as such we can open up the cans of worms (don't take it personally. I'm not insulting your sexual performance. I'm sure you do a great job hanging ten in the double bed.)
Did you ever watch Sex and the City? I confess that I actually did watch it, not because I found what they had going on in their lives remotely relevant to my life in any way, shape or form (prior to the show I thought "Manolo Blahniks" was likely a Sicilian sausage product), but because their one-liners were wicked. They were hideously fast and I'm not that quick on my feet. I think of one-liners hours afterwards, when I'm either on the train home or snug in my bed, and although I get to punch the air with the sudden inspiration of my retort it's pretty meaningless.
Angus and I tend to have discussions along the same lines that Sex and the City did, or at least we do when it comes to sex (I haven't spent $40,000 on shoes. The idea isn't even tempting, and I do love me some shoes.) There's nothing that's against the rules in terms of discussing. There's also nothing against the rules in terms of activities, but that's a different discussion. We don't talk about sex constantly but it does come up, and when it does it's generally in a very matter of fact way.
One of the things which I think sets us apart is the area of fantasies. As in: We have them. I think fantasizing is a very, very taboo subject in most relationships. Fantasies lead to problems. If you dream about someone/something, then it opens the door to questions like: "Am I not enough?", "Why would you think about someone else?", or the worst: "Do I not satisfy you?"
Oh you do, darling, you do. I'd just rather think of John Cusack taking me roughly in a dark alley while we wonder if we will find the nuclear bomb in time to defuse it, thereby saving all of mankind.
Every partner I've ever had has asked me that magical question-What do you fantastize about?
I learnt early on that the correct response is: You, baby. I fantasize about you.
I learnt this the hard way. One evening while having a session with an ex who I'll call the Bunny Humper (I'm sure you can work out why it is I called him that), he asked me that loaded question - What do you fantastize about?
Caught up in the moment, I thought about it before deciding that this would be the moment I came clean. Marie Claire, Cosmopolitan, and Carrie Bradshaw would thank me (Redbook wouldn't, they're a bit conservative for this kind of thing). I decided to come clean with one of my fantasies. "Sometimes, I fantasize about a threesome," I answer.
"...Oh. With people you know?"
"Oh yes."
"Am I there?"
"No."
"So...who's it with?" came the query.
Had I been remotely keyed in and not enjoying the moment of my little fantasy, I might have noticed his pace was now off. Perhaps I would have heard the strained sound in his voice. But since I had the emotional receptivity of a Muppet at that moment, I caught neither. And so I did the unthinkable. I named names. And I even took it a step further...I named the folk and told the Bunny Humper that I thought about them when I had myself a magical play session for one.
In other words, I took his loaded question and I blew our sex life right out of our skulls.
We didn't last long after that.
I had crossed many lines there, you see. Not only did I admit I have fantasies, but I admitted they weren't always about my partner (as far as the Bunny Humper goes, the fantasies were actually never about him.) The real nail in the coffin was that I had a solitary romp in the hay that he didn't know about.
Let's examine.
Fantasies, I think, may imply to people that their partner isn't getting enough out of the bed bouncing. I think a lot of people see this as "What I'm not doing/can't give them/not interested in". But to me a fantasy is just that-something made up. Am I ever going to get John Cusack taking me passionately in an alleyway? No, and maybe that's ok because rumor has it he did Britney Spears and I'm not really interested in going on prophylactic antibiotics just because. I have other fantasies, too, generally involving some element of danger (and I confess an occasional fleeting fantasy that I am Leeloo to Bruce Willis' Corbin in that final scene of The Fifth Element, where they're having sex in that glass box. They had just saved the world, you know. I'm pretty sure that kind of thing gives people stiffies.) Perhaps I fantasize because life can be a bit same-y. Maybe I have those fantasies for the adrenaline. Maybe I have them because danger implies a lack of control, and in a fantasy a lack of control is ok, whereas in real life it's not.
One evening early on in our relationship Angus went out on a limb and told me one of his fantasies.
Instead of feeling upset that I wasn't enough, I found it highly erotic.
In turn I told him one of mine.
We still do this. From time to time we're able to make the other person's fantasy come true. If we're not, that's cool.
And if he tells me a fantasy that doesn't involve me, that's cool, too.
Even weirder is if he names a woman he's fantasizing about. Say he's hot for Susan Lucci (he's not, and I don't think he even knows who she is). He could tell me, describe his fantasy, and I would find it perfectly ok that he's fantasizing about someone else (even La Lucci, who's old enough to be his grandmother.)
The truth is, I don't buy that people only fantasize about their partners. It's not a sign of not loving them enough, of not fancying them. The whole point of a fantasy is that it's something that you don't have in your life and probably will never have. That's the reason for whittling away hours making fantasies up. Angus has me, so he should feel free to occasionally hotly dream about someone else. I can see there's a fine line between "occasional fantasy" and "problem", but we haven't hit that point yet, and I don't think we will.
Which leads me to the other taboo-in a lot of relationships, I think it's not ok to take matters into your own hands, so to speak. No spanking the monkey. No punching the clown. Buffing the weasel is not kosher. Paddling the pink canoe is off limits.
And I do actually know people that say they never rub the unicorn horn. I don't buy that, I don't see how you can go through life without shaking hands with the unemployed, I think it's impossible.
(I'll stop with the masturbation slang terms now.)
(OK, just one more, because it made me laugh-dropping stomach pancakes.)
(Sorry. Done now.)
And that's the other area in our love life where we're perfectly honest-we don't mind at all if the other person needs a bit of self-relief. Sometimes you have 5 minutes, the other person isn't home/is walking the dog/is mowing the lawn and frankly, you feel like a bit of relief will make the moment. So have at it. We don't generally tell each other when we've done so, but we're not hiding anything, either.
I approached Angus this morning as he was coming down the stairs. "Would you like to have a bit of action later?" I ask, peering in to the open pocket crotch of his boxer shorts. What? It was eye level, I had to check it out.
"Absolutely. I've been saving up all week," he replied.
I've had a horrific cold all week, complete with runny nose, sneezing, and coughs that a 60 year-old 10 pack-a-day smoker would envy. Sex has been off the menu, as my only real objective this week is to breathe my way through my mucus.
"All week? So you haven't played with yourself at all?" I ask, surprised.
"Nope," he replied. "But I don't think it's unusual for chaps to go for a week without any."
"I do. I can't imagine most people go that long without a release," I comment.
"They probably do," he said.
"I doubt it. I think in most relationships, people aren't ok with their partners masturbating. I think they probably do it anyway, but I bet that it's not considered ok."
"I imagine it probably is. You can't be doing it all the time, and some people have high sex drives."
So I offer it to you-how common is it to masturbate when you're in a relationship?
And if you're in a relationship, would you be angry if your partner did masturbate?
(Consider this fact finding. Enquiring minds want to know.)
-H.
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-how common is it to masturbate when you're in a relationship?
As common as breathing
-And if you're in a relationship, would you be angry if your partner did masturbate?
Not even for a second
Posted by: ~Easy at May 25, 2007 11:26 AM (X+de8)
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Well.. as it's for fact finding...
I always felt guilty, and wondered why I did.
Posted by: Hannah at May 25, 2007 11:47 AM (5w+E2)
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ah...fantasises...
I'm ok with them if it's someone unlikely, like Fergie or Heather locklear, but then name one of my close chick-friends... and then I don't like this game. Hey I'm a fan of Paul Walker and Gavin Rosdale but I wouldn't be ok with thinking of his best mate...
As for the solo flights.... not so much an open discussion. I don't partake in the self serve, and if he is, I don't so much want to know about it. But listen, I had better be taken care of before he's running his singles match.
Posted by: Angela at May 25, 2007 11:53 AM (DGWM7)
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Fantasies are open season at our house; we can take from them to make our own sessions better, or simply enjoy them for what they are... fun daydreaming.
Masturbation is... like Easy said: common as breathing. Neither my hubby nor myself would be angry if the other took a breath.
On the whole, our sex life sounds much like yours, which should give you hope: I'm about to be 50 and hubby 61. Frequency suffers with age, but the fun is still there to be had...
Posted by: pam at May 25, 2007 12:10 PM (l6NIn)
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Never angry about masturbation-in fact it turns me on. Of course, if it was perferred over a shared session, I might have a problem with it. In general, hubby likes to 'save it up' if it is only a few days, maybe a week, in between. I, however, can not. If I need a bit of action, I like it right away. And hubby is totally cool with that.
Posted by: Teresa at May 25, 2007 12:35 PM (Bzl/Z)
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I think it all depends on two things...a person's honesty as it relates to sex...and their libido.
I've been with some men whose libidos JUST weren't that strong....now my husband, on the other hand, has the libido of a 19 year old...(and he's not 19)...masturbating to him...is like breathing...
He's horny, I'm not around...why not? I do the same (albeit less often). It's one of the things I've found refreshing about this relationship....sexual urges CAN and DO exist outside of one another. We've even gone so far as to "help one another out". Some people might find that strange....but I'm not so naive as to think that he'd NOT do it...just because it bothered me....and if he wasn't doing it...he'd probably be thinking about it....so why not be part of it?
Letting go of those pre-conceived notions about sex (what is normal, what isn't), masturbation (what is right, what is wrong)...has been a real turning point for me as an adult. I would now never EVER go back.
Posted by: wn at May 25, 2007 01:32 PM (SRiVw)
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I'll second Easy's comments.
Posted by: sue at May 25, 2007 01:36 PM (WbfZD)
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The Super Model Mrs. Solomon and I have had discussions about this topic. See, Solomon's not as big a prude as y'all thought.
We both think it's unacceptable (ok, maybe he IS as big a prude as you thought)
for multiple reasons. The primary is religious (impure thoughts and all that), but a secondary is that it can cause guys to be too quick.
However, Solomon never said he was perfect and messes up in this area periodically. Especially now that the Super Model is 8 months pregnant and is NEVER "in the mood".
I know hearing about someone unintentionally getting pregnant while you're trying to get pregnant can be frustrating, so I haven't mentioned it before now. But now that you're months along in your pregnancy, I figured it'd be ok. We're expecting at the end of June, but the Super Model has already had a few contractions. I imagine Solomon will be back in the land of the sleepless within 2 weeks.
Posted by: Solomon at May 25, 2007 01:49 PM (al5Ou)
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You are too funny, I loved this post and good for you guys, that rocks!
1. I do on a nearly daily basis, I am sure hubby does too he just does not speak of it.
2. I would not be angry at all, I am with you on that one.
Posted by: Cheryl at May 25, 2007 02:19 PM (msF2q)
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If the ratio of masturbation is greater than the ratio of sex in a relationship - I would have a problem with it. Otherwise, go for it!
Fantasies tend to be tricky ground. You can't admit to having sexual thoughts about your other half's friends even though you might have. Celebrities tend to be A-OK though.
My husband and I have had these conversations quite a bit over the past few months. Without getting into too much detail, I'll just say that infertility treatments have taken their toll in more ways than one. We often make up lists of celebrities that we have persmission to have sex with should the opportunity ever arise. Usually ends up with one of us naming some odd person and both of us laughing.
Still trying to figure out how a guy's mind works. Impossible, I know.
Posted by: Michele at May 25, 2007 02:30 PM (fcaMV)
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I'm copping out but I think it's just as Easy says. Although, to be perfectly honest about it, I don't feel very sexy since we've got the toddler running around. And both of us generally pass out at night, more than just "fall asleep." But we do still get our freak on. It's just less leisurely most of the time, now. Heh.
And now for the important part:
JOHN CUSACK DID BRITNEY SPEARS?!!
Another fantasy of mine bites the dust. Ewww.
Posted by: Margi at May 25, 2007 03:19 PM (ZDJhb)
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1) very common -- the difference between wanting sex and wanting to masturbate is like the difference between making a snack vs.a full course meal. Sometimes I don't feel like spending hours in the kitchen, if you catch my drift, but I need to have a nibble.
2)That doesn't bother me at all. Neither does the fantasy thing. I have a lot of fasntasies that I wouldn't even want to happen in real life. I don't think my husband has as active of an imagination as I do, but I think it's normal and even healthy to fantasize from time to time. That's great that you and Angus can be so honest about it. P.S. I'm a long time reader. Congrats on les bebes!
Posted by: S at May 25, 2007 03:20 PM (BgdYe)
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S, you nailed it with the kitchen analogy. Perfect.
And now I'm hungry.
And like many others said, if masturbation was the preferred option over sex, there'd be a problem. Otherwise, have fun till the callouses come home.
(Oh, and wn? We "help each other out" sometimes, too. Especially when we had fertility treatments ggoing on, sometimes sex isn't possible, so a little encouragement is all a person needs.)
Posted by: Helen at May 25, 2007 03:28 PM (KLMed)
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A fantasy is just that...a FANTASY. Kinda like unicorns...they're a fantasy, you're never gonna see one, but it's nice to dream about them from time to time.
Hubby and I both rub one off occasionally, albeit, we do it separately. I'm a minimum of once a week, him, I couldn't say, although I do know it's been a lot more in the past couple of months because my sex drive took a nose dive and he wasn't getting any AT ALL. Thank gawd I seem to have found my libido again.
Posted by: Lisa at May 25, 2007 04:32 PM (v3gg3)
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1) It is common
2) I would only be bothered if self service inhibited sex with partner
Posted by: amelia at May 25, 2007 05:34 PM (L2+hh)
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OH BOY! I LOVE this TOPIC!
*rubs hands gleefully*
Okay, first, I actually do fantasize only about Dan. Really, I'm not kidding. But he's a fantasy Dan; Dan the Hitchhiker, Dan the Rapist Dude, Dan the Kidnapper Guy and his two grown sons, who look just like Dan except they are a little shorter and a little less broad, but they all take turns with me...leseee, OH! And Dan the black guy. Who also looks just like Dan except he's black and Dan brings him along to "share" me for a six-pack of beer.
What can I say? I'm CHEAP! ahahah
And we share all our fantasies too. I can't tell you Dan's because those are for him to share, but I do know what they are. And he makes mine look pretty tame. I've never asked if he thinks only about me because I don't care, really. He looks at a lot of porn, though, so I'm assuming those women must show up sometimes, lol!
And yes, we both masturbate, there are no restrictions. Sometimes I'd rather and I'm sure he would too. It's a different feeling than making love and I would miss it very much if I were unlucky enough to have a partner like a woman I know who demanded her new husband stop doing it. She said that his penis now belonged to HER and she was the only one who got to use it.
O_o
Yes, I think that's pretty mind-boggling too!
Hooray for fantasies! Aren't they great fun?
Posted by: The other Amber at May 25, 2007 05:52 PM (zQE5D)
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In order: Quite common, and I'd be puzzled if she
didn't.
Posted by: Sigivald at May 25, 2007 07:20 PM (4JnZM)
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Ok, I've resisted this topio as long as I can.
Don't repeat this to anyone? Pretty please?
Ok, here goes...
I'm kinda with Solomon here - wife & I aren't keen on self-service in a normally sexually healthy relationship, yet I've been known to sin on occasion. Usually such occasions are when wife isn't immediately available and/or I just desire a quick snack rather than making a big mess and having to clean the whole kitchen, so to speak. Don't know if wife does such things, but she has stated she frowns upon the practice when there are willing partners available in the house.
As far as fantasies go, we prefer to create & act out ours with each other (within reason). Example: the movie Basic Instinct (minus the ice pick). Damn that was good.
Posted by: diamond dave at May 25, 2007 09:20 PM (bOmph)
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Fantasy is great! I would love to do Dr. Suresh from Heros.
Masturbation is great too! Both hubby and I partake together and by ourselves.
Nice post!
grace
Posted by: grace at May 25, 2007 11:43 PM (SlJYu)
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I think the ability to fantasize and masturbate in a relationship both come down to security. That said, I have no issue with either.
Posted by: Mia at May 26, 2007 01:23 AM (8yLzc)
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Both my husband and I "snack" (good analogy!) semi-frequently. Hell, he gave me my vibrator as a gift. And it came with us on our honeymoon. He actively encourages any sort of enjoyment on my part.
As for fantasies, I'm not opposed. I don't happen to partake much, but I'm not offended by the thought. Celebrities and random schmos just don't do it for me. Maybe I'm just not particularly creative, but I don't feel turned on imagining others. Except for one notable exception: Joe Lando (Sully from Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman). H - O - T. Tells you something about my formative teenage years, yes?
Posted by: ZTZCheese at May 26, 2007 04:40 AM (2//TA)
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Due to some physiological issues, I can't have orgasms from sex so masturbating is part of foreplay for us. Which is totally hot for us and no one feels badly about it. I still love sex though, and I partake as much as possible. Otherwise, I just don't really bother. For me it is a big production due to said physiological issues. My guys on the other hand tend to shake hands with themselves on a daily basis. It boggles me that some folks have a problem with it (no offense if you do, I Just Dont Get It). It's healthy! It makes for a happy prostate! I couldn't possibly keep up with them. My SO is a 3 times a day person. I don't know many people who could keep up with that.
For me, fantasies involve a situation usually, not a person. I've never really been one to fantasize about people I don't know. It's weird, but hey, thats ok. I think it's healthy.
So for me, if masturbation is more important than sex, then yes, it is bad news. If you need to fantasize all the time in order to get turned on, then yes it is bad news. Otherwise, have at it. Healthy sex is good sex!
Posted by: Dani at May 26, 2007 04:41 PM (CD1jr)
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I have fantasized since I was old enough to know what sex was. My early imaginary romps feature me as one of Charlie's Angels, lol. (Not one of them, I was a new, 4th angel.) Now that I am single, fantasy is essential.
Partners past have loved my fantasies, and loved even more the ones I made up and whispered during the horizontal tango to get them off. I am too smart to tell the ones that don't include them, lol.
I have always snacked between meals, and I have no problem with my man doing likewise, as long as he saves some for me.
Posted by: Mallory at May 28, 2007 05:21 PM (RpmXp)
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Well, I have a strange relationship, so while I think its totally normal to masturbate while in a relationship, I wouldn't say I'm the average...Its necessary in my relationship though. Sex is extremely painful for me. I've been in a relationship for 4 years now, and we've probably had sex 60 times total in that amount of time. So, obviously, there's a lot of self love goin' on in our house.
And no, I'm relieved when he masturbates, because it takes the pressure off me to have sex.
Posted by: Heather at May 29, 2007 04:18 PM (s0rhn)
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He lives 2 hours away from me for work and we only see each other on the weekends. I'd be angry if he didn't take care of business at least once during the week.
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May 24, 2007
They Say That Home Ownership is Stressful. They'd Be Right.
When we first laid eyes on our perfect little house, we knew that it was the perfect little house for us.
And the emphasis on that has always been with the word "little".
We live in this area of England because it gives us:
1) Easy access to Heathrow for his kids to come visit
2) Easy access into London for work, which does dictate we come in to the office at least once a week
3) Easy enough to commute into either Waterloo or Victoria in south central London for work
4) Enough distance that we don't get drop-ins from his mom (I love her. Really I do. I just don't love her dropping in on a Sunday afternoon when I'm planning my new rendition of Afternoon Get My Freak On. Plus, I like notice so that I can vacuum. We all have an anal retentive fidget, mine is preferring that the living room doesn't resemble the Dust Bowl.)
So yeah.
We actually do need to stay in this area. Which is ok, because I honestly love this part of the country. Sure, it's not very hilly. True, we're nowhere near the water. Yes, it is a hit-or-miss kind of county in which some towns are amazing and perfect and some towns are shit.
When we found our perfect little house - and I'm not trying to be cutesy here, I simply love this house - it had a strange price. It was in the range that we were willing to pay for a house, but it was heading towards the upper side of the range. Still, we couldn't understand how our house was priced where it was - a fully detached home with a massive and very well maintained garden (or at least it was until we came along, anyway) in a quiet and 100% safe commuter-belt area outside of London, perched as it is on the end of a country lane in the middle of nowhere. It should actually have been priced higher than it was. It was as though there was something too good to be true. Although I could have done without unclogging ancient drains and the whole serious smorgasbord of wildlife that is Mumin's continuous banquet, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the bad news to come out.
But there isn't any bad news. The house was simply priced to sell, and sell fast (the widow who lived here decided it was time to move out and move on, and that time was right fucking now.) The house is just as it said on the label. It's brick and glass and has 100% of the RDA of riboflavin. So we sat back and decided to enjoy it for a year, while we decided what to do to it in terms of extensions and removations.
The house is wonderful, but it does need modernizing. The two toilets often require multiple flushes, screamed threats involving use as petunia planters, promises of virgin sacrifices, or all of the above to clear the bowl. The kitchen is a whole new death-defying description of butt-fucking ugly - tile countertops, a non-working kitchen fan, and about the stupidest layout for anyone that actually cooks. It's such a joy. There's only one shower in the house (this is a problem, especially with a 15 year-old girl around). There are only three bedrooms, and this is three bedrooms too little as we need one for Angus and I, one for Melissa, and one for Jeff, but unfortunately Jeff's bedroom doubles as Angus' study. And now we need more bedrooms for the new arrivals (although they will not only share a room but will share a crib for some time. Apparently twins do better if they sleep together for a while, as that's all they knew while they were still in the Big House.) In addition, both Angus and I largely work from home, so we need a study each (we really do need a study each, as we are often on different conference calls and you can't do them from the same room). And there are only two closets in the whole house, there is absolutely no storage anywhere.
Even without the babies on the way an extension was always in the works. We're already out of space. We just wanted to live here for a while and see what it was like, what we would want to change, what we felt needed improving. It's just now we have a little more pressure. We know the extension won't be ready in time for the babies' arrival, which is now about 4 months away. Unfortunately, Jeff will lose his bedroom to the twins while Angus takes my study (which is the former dining room-we don't see much use for a formal dining room these days) and Jeff gets the sofa bed, but Jeff will get the bribe of allowing the dog to sleep in the living room with him and the promise that he gets first pick of the new bedrooms. We think he'll be ok with that.
We contacted two architects last week and had them come round for discussions and quotes. They're both RIBA certified, which is important to us, and both locals. Many discussions were had.
Angus and I have been saving money for a long time. When we were still living in the various rented homes, we chucked well over a third of our monthly salaries into savings, just so that we could apply it to a house someday. Now that we have said house, said savings go to the mortgage, but we built up a nest egg when we could. That nest egg, augmented with other things, is the foundation for the extension. We are nowhere near rich, either of us, and after the twins start day care we'll be riding the strict budget wave for a while. But we have been saving up for years to have the home that we want.
We want to expand the house to:
- 5 bedrooms
- At least 2 bathroooms, preferably 3
- Build out the kitchen and living room
- Move the stairway (currently, it's right inside the front door. The hallway is tight, dark, and has no room for storage)
- Move the garage, or at the very least re-roof it with an eye to building a room on top of it someday
- Re-do the exterior. Some brainiac had the idea at one point to cover the brick with pebbledash, which we hate and which is not in great condition.
- Prepare the house for solar energy, both water and PV
- New windows (ours are single-glazed and thus allow heat to escape), a new hot water heater (ours is many years old and just stops working periodically) and a new heating system (see: water heater)
Angus and I will do the kitchens and bathrooms ourselves, from fitting the countertops and appliances/shower to tiling. Believe it or not, we like doing that kind of thing. Angus has already put in a few kitchens and bathrooms at other houses, and I too was part of a kitchen installation in Sweden (also, strangely enough I really enjoy tiling, which makes me one weird chick.) We'll also rip out the last remaining carpets in the house and install wooden floorboards ourselves, as well as various other bits and pieces throughout the house.
The architects both said that the sum of money we had would do the job. Just. Which makes me feel very uncomfortable, as building works generally never seem to go according to plan and I hate the idea that we'll need to up our mortgage while simultaneously wiping out our entire savings. They also agreed that everything we're planning will increase the sales value of the house, which is also important.
Then came the details.
It will take us over 6 months alone just to get planning permission from the council to build our house. Every council has requirements for building and extending of homes. Councils are notorious for being picky, difficult to deal with, slow, aggravating, expensive, and petty. Everyone I know who has had work done has a horror story to tell. The architects warned us that even though all the work we would like is fair, and since not one of our neighbors is anywhere near where we'd plan to build so there shouldn't be an issue, that undoubtedly the council would find some reason to reject our plans.
Time-wise, it comes down to this-it'll take about 6 months to get planning permission, so around the end of the year we maybe will have a "go". Then we wait for the builders. Builders are in huge demand here, and all of them have waiting lists a mile long. Not only that, but they are heart-stoppingly expensive. If you don't want to pay their prices, fine. They'll go to the next person on the list, then, have a nice life. Once we get a builder, the actual construction will take about 4-5 months. Then it's many more months for Angus and I to finish things off.
This means that building will start next Spring, whereupon the entire back of the house will be ripped out. Gone. Think flapping plastic sheets in the wind. And there are only two rooms of the house that will remain untouched, so Angus, myself, and two infants will be living in those two rooms (my study and the guest room) while the entire home is attacked. And Angus, I have a feeling he's not going to handle the mess and stress of living on a building site very well. He's a fantastic boy and I love him madly, but I can already see the depression coming our way.
And to top it all off, one quote came back from one of the architects. It was £50,000 over what we'd budgeted.
We're going with the other architect, whose quote was substantially lower (but is still so high it makes me want to drink. Or sit and breathe into a paper bag. Or both). But his quote was lower as he doesn't project manage the building site, so it means that we'll be project managing the house building for the most part, along with the construction engineer from the builder. If I'm not back to work yet, I will try to manage a lot of it (and actually, I'm honestly interested in managing aspects of it.) I'll just need to buy the twins some hard hats and teach them how to efficiently use nail guns, I think*.
Right about now, you're maybe saying "Jesus, woman, just move house." Or maybe you already zoned out, bored, and are surfing the web to pick out the perfect eyebrow liner (psst-Benefit Brow Zing. That's what you seek.) But we can't do that either.
England has some of the most shocking house prices I've ever seen, ever. If you're a fresh-faced, happy young couple I don't know how you get on the property ladder, I really don't. Houses are ball-numbingly expensive. And interest rates have gone up, so the repayment is also hard. Since moving into this house over a year ago, houses in our area have skyrocketed in price. This is good news, I suppose-it means we've already made money on our house in under 14 months. But the bad news is that houses in our area that were selling for around £450-500,000 are now well over that. Two bedroom homes are selling for £350,000. Some houses around the corner from us were just listed for sale. The gardens are so tiny that if you stand in the backyard and squint you'll almost be able to see a blade or two of grass, and the rooms in the house are humble. The smaller of the two houses is going for £560k. The larger one is nearly touching the £600k mark. Combine the cost of a house with things like moving costs, stamp duty, estate agent fees, etc and the truth is, we'll save money by staying here and simply extending. We'll save a LOT of money by staying put. Or, to put it simply, we don't know that we can afford to move now.
So the stress will be on.
I'm calling the architect as soon as I post this, and the game will be afoot.
Wish us luck.
We're going to need it.
-H.
*To stave off any of those kind of comments, if you think I'm even remotely serious about giving my kids nail guns then you're not very keyed up about me. I'm nervous about giving my 45 year-old boy a nail gun, never mind two little beings that can't yet hold their heads upright.
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Best of luck. Prices in Ireland are ridiculous and have been for some time. I'm 34, single and there is no way that a bank is going to give me a 400k mortgage for a 3-bed terrace house - which is about average here at the moment.
I'm just waiting for the crash...
Posted by: Elisa at May 24, 2007 09:27 AM (AlPvn)
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I've nicknamed my house The Project That Never Ends... or, The Neverending Project - the first one has a better ring to it, though. I guess that's one of the joys of property ownership.
Good luck, I'm sure you'll do great. You guys always do.
Posted by: Hannah at May 24, 2007 11:29 AM (5w+E2)
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I'm in a very similar situation, but I won't get into it here. Suffice it to say that I'm right there with you on most of it, but I have one advantage. I'm plugged in to City Hall so I can grease the permit process.
Posted by: ~Easy at May 24, 2007 11:30 AM (X+de8)
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I work for a residential design/architecture firm in Florida. Right now, our primary business is doing fantastic remodel designs for people becaue the house market is weird, and it's more cost-effective to gut and re-do than to buy elsewhere.
Good luck with the living in a construction zone. Very few of our clients attempt it, and almost all of them end up renting an apartment because of the stress of getting up in your pajamas for a cup of coffee only to find the construction workers already in the kitchen!
They're sending me to school to learn how to design houses and work with AutoCAD. So, not that I can be a great help yet, as you go down this road, maybe I can offer some help. Especially once the fall semester begins and I'm back in school.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at May 24, 2007 12:19 PM (+MvHD)
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Unfortunately, lots of us feel this way about our homes. It will be a difficult time for your family but it will be SOOO worth it when it is done!!
Posted by: Jamie at May 24, 2007 12:20 PM (z+8LV)
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I'm not trying to rain on your parade but please realize that your ability to devote time to home improvement projects (the kitchen and bathrooms you plan to do yourself) will be severely compromised when you have twins to take care of. Instead of entire evenings and weekends to devote to projects, for the first few years you might only be able to grab an extra hour here and there. My son is 3 1/2 and I'm just starting to get back into doing projects around the house.
I've just started looking at the costs involved in remodeling a basement and I'm astounded. But, like you, we got a deal on the house so I think we could easily get a home equity loan to cover the costs which will increase the value of the house by at least the cost of the new basement.
Posted by: paula at May 24, 2007 01:13 PM (FlZPw)
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Just reading this makes me so stressed I want to barf. And we don't even own a house yet! Best of luck to you!
Posted by: geeky at May 24, 2007 01:31 PM (ziVl9)
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Oh, house remodeling... lovely work, indeed. Granted, here in Texas (Austin, that is) houses can be somewhat reasonable, but dealing with the heat, the snakes and spiders, and add in a few hippies... and, the whole she-bang can be as aggravating as a pimple in the middle of your back that you can't reach.
Add in some pregnancy hormones, and nesting instincts- and, you have a pissed off, swollen-ankles maniac.
Posted by: Andria at May 24, 2007 01:44 PM (Oo4k1)
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Best of luck, and let me know when my room is ready so I can hop the first flight over.
Posted by: Teresa at May 24, 2007 02:27 PM (3z3hy)
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I do love a good project myself and am not afraid to get my hands dirty. I totally suck at tile though, mostly because I can't see straight.
Posted by: cursingmama at May 24, 2007 03:03 PM (PoQfr)
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We just did all the windows (1895 Victorian Farmhouse? Psh. It had double-hung single paned. Might as well throw the windows open winter/spring/summer/fall. Great - HUGE - energy suck.)
Those house prices take my breath away. Add in the difference between the dollar and the pound and *I'm* breathing into a paper bag.
You two will take it easy on yourselves, please? You are tackling some of the most stressful elements of life SIMULTANEOUSLY. I predict you two will need to give each other lots of massages and warm baths. Please hug each other. Often. I feel for you.
P.S. I clicked on the pebbledash link. And I fell in love with Paul O'Grady. *snerk*
Posted by: Margi at May 24, 2007 03:40 PM (DwLKz)
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Good luck. It will be stressful, but you two can handle it... or should I say, you four?
Posted by: sue at May 24, 2007 04:52 PM (WbfZD)
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I am so disapointed that you aren't REALLY going to let the little ones play with nail guns!
Sheez, I thought you were way more open-minded than that!
I will now go look for blogs about eye-liner!
Posted by: grace at May 24, 2007 05:31 PM (SlJYu)
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Having gone through this myself, I have one suggestion: scale back. Simplify. Reduce the size, reduce the numbers of rooms, reduce your stress. Five bedrooms, three baths == endless cleaning, endless picking-up-of-clutter, endless wiping, endless bulb changes, endless repairs, endless furnishings, endless window washing == endless expense and endless preoccupation.
Go simpler. Keep it as simple as you can possibly manage and you'll be happier (and have more money) for a long, long time.
Redd.
Posted by: redd at May 24, 2007 06:06 PM (LEwr1)
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oh dear LOOOOOOORD. What a mess. Prices are ridiculous everywhere. But at least HERE we have an abundance of builders that keeps prices/ waits down.
I can't wait to see the twins in little hardhats :-)
I would disagree that you should simplify your plans. Bite the bullet now, and you'll have a home you can enjoy for years to come and grow into nicely (as babies do grow :-) ) Especially as I know 5 bedrooms is really the bare minimum you need with Angus' 2 kids and the twins and your work.
Good luck!
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 24, 2007 06:23 PM (r0kgl)
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Ohh Helen I adore the picture and you were beautiful before you were PG and are positively stunning now! In my mind you are a chamelion, you can dress up or down and still look great! I am happy things are moving along with you and the boy and the house, Awesome!
Posted by: Cheryl at May 24, 2007 09:47 PM (msF2q)
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Like Hannah, we live in The Project Never Ends house. When we bought the house it needed work and we loved it for that. We both love to rip things apart and put it back together.
The house was always too small and there's no room to expand. So, now, we're working on finishing the house so we can sell it. It's kinda sad to think that we'll never really get to enjoy our hard work. On the other hand, it'll be nice making a good profit off of our work.
Good luck with yours! Things will get more complicated once the babies are here. If you work together you'll manage.
Posted by: Michele at May 25, 2007 02:49 PM (fcaMV)
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Go ahead and add 30% of what they quoted you in cost and add half or double the amount of time they told you it would take. You may think I am kidding or being very conservative - check back to these comments next year and see where you are at. But also - good luck! Try to have fun with it even though I know it is stressful. And maybe you will have more luck than I or anyone else I know has had with major home improvements.
Posted by: Sara at May 25, 2007 03:59 PM (Cnzvq)
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I have no clue how that housing market can be like that. Nearly a million dollars for a 2 bedroom house? That boggles me. Are these for unattached houses, or are even attached houses going for this rate? We couldn't even QUALIFY for a mortgage that high. Well atleast you love your house, right?
Posted by: Dani at May 26, 2007 04:50 PM (CD1jr)
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I don't know. The kids could totally do some baseboard work. Lay them on their sides on a towel with the nail gun. After they punch each nail, have Gorby pull the towel a short distance further along the wall (you may need Maggie and Munin to handle one twin's towel)
It can work! Really!
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May 23, 2007
Little Miss Inscrutable
My entire life my face has given everything away.
I'm one of those people who couldn't have a poker face if thrust a fireplace tool up my nose and tried. I don't know what it is about me, but apparently I give away my every thoughts every time I have one (which is often, as my brain is generally going 1,000 mph). Maybe it's my eyes, maybe they hold up a sign saying "Angry-back off now!" Maybe I twitch my mouth in a "Jesus, what a stupid idea!" manner. Perhaps my cheeks radiate a "I really like you" glow.
My team always used to know when I was pissed off and I never knew how they knew that. We'd be in a meeting and someone would report something, and within moments people would be looking at me with that "Whoa dude-she's going to blow" look. And in general, they'd be right. But I thought I was sitting there looking as cool as a cucumber, they couldn't possibly know I was about to blow a gasket.
Yet they did.
So I never get to hold cards close to my chest. For this reason, I'm not a poker player. Well, ok, I lied-I'm also not a poker player because I simply cannot ever remember if a flush beats a straight and all of those tiers, and if you play a game where you throw in wild cards I'm really fucked as I generally forget what they all were, so I could have been sitting there with a hand consisting of 4 aces, but if I forget that whole "2s and 4s wild" bit, then I throw away good hands.
That, and apparently my face lights up when I get a good hand.
Screwed, you see.
I decided over the weekend that I'm going to work on being more inscrutable. Inscrutable is good. Inscrutable will give me an edge. I'll have an aura of mystery about me now, people in my real life will have to regard me with caution and amazement as they cluck their tongues and remark: I simply never know what that woman is thinking. What an enigma.
You know, instead of how I am today, which is more emotionally obvious than a Mr. Men or Little Miss book.
I decided to start yesterday. I had an absolutely full day of meetings in central London, some of which were the first meetings I would have with some of my new project team, which I'd only been communicating with via email and telephone prior to yesterday. I figured-new team, new chance to be Little Miss Inscrutable.
Heading into one of the conference rooms, I exuded confidence (I thought, anyway). I would be suave. I would not give everything away in my face. I would be Little Miss Mystery.
I walked to a conference room, only it wasn't the room I'd booked. Where was the room I'd booked? I wandered around the hallway confused, much like you do if your car gets towed-you wander around in the now empty parking space sure you left the car right there, so how could it no longer be there? I did exactly that-I wandered around the end of the hallway, sure that the conference room was supposed to be there. So why wasn't it where I'd left it?
I went back to the concierge.
"Are you all right?" asked the nice concierge.
My face was clearly in the Little Miss Confused mode.
"Yeah, I just...do you know where room 112 is?"
"Yes, it's been re-numbered to room 116," he replied kindly.
"Oh. Thanks!" I replied, and headed for the room with the numbering identity problem.
I entered the room and shook hands with my new team. "I'm Helen," I say, introducing myself. I settle in, turn on the laptop, and reach for the skinny blueberry muffin I'd picked up to munch on.
"I thought Americans always watched their weight," one of the new guys said in a merry "I mean exactly the opposite" kind of way.
I consciously tired to ensure that my face did now show Little Miss Fuck Off.
"We do. This is a low-fat muffin," I say brightly. I decided I would be Little Miss Accommodating to Your Provincial Humor.
"No offense," he added hastily, looking at me.
I see I failed at pulling off inscrutable already, and it's my first meeting of the day.
At my next meeting, I decide to try again. Clean slate, new start to being unreadable. I head for the meeting once again with my head held high and the confidence that I can be a new Helen, one that doesn't give away her every thought.
"Hi, Helen," my colleague greets me.
I exude Little Miss Confident.
"Are you feeling ok? You look like you're going to be ill," he inquires kindly.
Shit. I fucked up Little Miss Inscrutable again.
"Me? No, I'm fine," I smile. He continues to look confused. "Ok, maybe a little bit ill," I lie. I wasn't remotely ill, but I didn't want to tell him that yesterday was an exercise in getting my poker face on and I am batting 0-2.
We discussed planning objectives for the project. I reported on one element of the project, he reported on another. He agreed to take one angle that would be a lot of work.
He looks at me. "I can see you're pleased about that."
I am Little Miss Tails Wags Like a Puppy, So Please Throw the Tennis Ball Again.
I get home. Angus looks at me. "You look tired," he says. "Can I get you anything?"
I give up.
Little Miss Inscrutable can go to hell.
-H.
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That's strange. From reading about you and Angus I'd thought that scruting was something you did as often as possible. Why would you want to be inscrutable?
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I'm not sure if I'm generally easy to read, but I do know that sometimes having readable expressions can come in handy. I love leveling people with my "eat shit and die" look, and they always get the message without me having to say a word!
Posted by: geeky at May 23, 2007 01:07 PM (ziVl9)
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First, loved those books when I was a kid!
Second, I worked hard to get my poker face early in my career because I was always letting my employees know when I thought they were idiots and that really is a morale buster. So I mastered the art of the poker face and sadly it has carried into my personal life. Now my husband says he can never tell what I'm thinking. That's good sometimes, and bad sometimes. Of course, it works well when dealing with difficult people in my life (ahem, read: family) that I can't tell to go to hell.
Posted by: donna at May 23, 2007 01:11 PM (7p8OG)
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I am so glad that I'm not the only one that is like this... I hate the fact that I'm easier to read than a copy of "Goodnight, Moon".
Posted by: amber at May 23, 2007 01:14 PM (HCbA1)
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You have such a great way with words.
Thanks for making me smile today.
Posted by: Lisa at May 23, 2007 01:42 PM (ELUjU)
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I've never had a poker face either. I seem to wear my emotions on my sleeve.
Posted by: kenju at May 23, 2007 02:27 PM (DBvE5)
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My face can be read like a book...and my sarcasm does not help. Oh well... you are still funny!
Posted by: Steff at May 23, 2007 03:03 PM (fIFtd)
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I like to tell Dan that I'm "mysterious" and no one knows what I'm thinking.
Then I have to step back as Dan laughs so hard he falls over laughing. "Amber, you're about as 'mysterious' as a sheet of glass."
*sniffs*
I AM mysterious, damn it! It's a MYSTERY as to what I am thinking at ANY GIVEN MOMENT! NOBODY KNOWS BUT *ME*!
Sheet of glass, bah. People have to GUESS with me, they have to GUESS! I'm THAT hard to read!
Damn straight.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 23, 2007 03:41 PM (zQE5D)
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I am totally transparent too. I once even got voted out (or whatever they do in court - challenged to be removed?) from a jury panel because I kept rolling my eyes at the jurors trying to get out of duty with lame excuses. I mean hey, none of us want to be there but it's obnoxious when it takes a full day to get through jury selection for a minor case because every single one of you knows someone that did something once or your cousin's neighbour is a cop.
Posted by: Lee at May 23, 2007 04:37 PM (lN4Rc)
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This may sound strange from just looking at your pictures and never having met you face-to-face, but it looks as if your eyes give away your emotions. Without looking at captions or comments, your eyes seem to accurately mirror whatever mood you were in when the pictures were taken. Hope that observation doesn't come across as too creepy.
Myself, I think my tone of voice gives me away. Especially when someone or something pisses me off, it is usually revealed in my tone. I also tend to grab my head when I get stressed.
Posted by: diamond dave at May 23, 2007 08:32 PM (bOmph)
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Yep, I'm transparent, too. Not a thing I can do about it.
Some people just can't do the fake faces! In the book I'm reading (The Blight Way), the protagonist decides to practice his "warm face" in front of a mirror in an effort to win over a woman. Once he has perfected it tries it out on her, at which point she says "You looked terrible there for a second. I thought you were going to erp all over the table."
Posted by: BeachGirl at May 23, 2007 10:21 PM (RgeoX)
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My kids love those Mr. Men books. My husband lived in England as a child and his mother kept a ton of English children books.
I'm with you....everything seems to show on my face.
Posted by: Kali at May 24, 2007 03:51 AM (ycWs9)
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I laughed out loud at "Little Miss Fuck Off". Sounds like what my son calls my Mean Face, which I never direct at him. Only douchebags and assclowns need apply for that scowl, but I expect that they remember it well, especially when they wake up screaming and sweating in the dead of night from the nightmarish memories.
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May 21, 2007
Iceland Ice Cap Re-Cap
Iceland was as raw as I thought it would be.
We headed out at oh-God-hundred on Wednesday morning, hurtling to Gatwick Airport at times when not even the donut man is thinking about making the donuts. We parked our car at a long-term parking place, took the shuttle to the airport, and checked in. It was all basically according to our usuals, including Angus getting into a big argument with security, which saw me frantically pushing him through the metal detector and hoping to Christ we didn't get arrested, and then some time in the BA business lounge while I dialled down the intense ulcer explosion said security bust-up enforced on me.
Once in Reykjavik, we passed through immigrations, customs, and got our rental car, a little Toyota Yaris (if you're not familiar with the Yaris, think "economy car meets bean can" and you've got it.) Armed with our usual travel Bible, the Avis courtesy map, and some tax-free candies, we hit the road.
Iceland is the size of England but with a population of only around 220,000. Sat smack on the two teutonic plates that form the base for North America and Europe, it is a hotbed (pun intended) of activity from a geological perspective-the island is covered in dormant volcanoes which are evidenced by the many, many lava fields that run throughout Iceland. Iceland also has many geysers and bubbling hot springs from water that just appears out of the surface of the ground. For this reason, Iceland is able to say that (aside from cars), it is a completely green country in terms of energy-it only uses wind and geothermic heating, and to that end it only uses 17% of the possible amount it could be using, as its needs are just not high enough to use more energy.
This makes Iceland one of our favorite countries, as it's true that both Angus and I are a couple of crunchy granola hippies who are always on the lookout for environmentally friendly alternatives (but we admit the fact that we use airplanes is naughty. Very naughty.)
We drove through many lavafields, in fact.
It's surreal to know that there's a road simply cut through where once a raging volcano's lava fell. We made our way to Stykkisholmur, which is a fishing village on the far Western peninsula. We stopped at an old church on the way, which was stunning in its setting as it sat below a massive glacier called Snaefellsjokull.
We also stopped at a local beach. I had the feeling I was being watched at one point, and sure enough, I looked up and I was. About 20 feet away was a set of cow-like eyes and bushy whiskers calmly checking me out.
We stayed the night in Stykkisholmur, where we had one of the greatest meals known to mankind - seafood soup and lobster (fresh fish there is heaven. Ironically, most of the locals opt for burgers and pizza most of the time. I guess if you lived around all that seafood, you'd want some cow from time to time, too.)
The next morning we set off. Now, Angus' favorite way to travel around countries is to take the smallest, windiest country roads imaginable. If they're inpaved it's a plus. If they have steep inclines or declines, it's even better. So much of the day was spent hurtling around various dirt roads trying to figure out where the fuck we were-armed with only a crappy Avis map and a guide book, half the time I had no clue what road we were on.
He was itching to ignore a sign that said "Impassable", and drive down a bumpy mountain road that takes you over 4 glaciers and requires some river fording. I promised him that next time we could come back with a 4x4 and he could try it then. I didn't think the Yaris was up for it, and by then we'd been over such rough roads my uterus was nestled somewhere under my throat anyway.
Getting around was made harder by the roadsigns-although our Swedish came in handy time and time again, more often than not we simply hadn't a fucking clue what was going on in terms of translating the Icelandic.
(Click to embiggen and stare in awe at what may or may not be cat scratchings).
We stopped to get water - we'd run out and I suggested we buy more.
"Buy water in Iceland? Never!" cried Angus, and so we stopped at a waterfall that took the water straight off the melting ice cap.
I have to admit, the water was ice cold and perfect. It was a wise choice.
We stopped at two waterfalls-Hraunfossar and Barnafoss Waterfalls (Barnafoss literally means Child Falls. I thought it was named that because it was a small waterfall, but the truth is it was named that as two children plunged to their deaths there. Nice and uplifting.)
We also stopped at the Deildartunguhver Hot Springs. I'd never been around a hot springs or a geyser in my life prior to this, and I can tell you one thing-they don't smell nice. At all. Geysers and hot springs have a very strong sulphuric smell, which is exactly what rotten boiled eggs smell like. Still, they were incredible-boiling hot water just pouring out of the ground and steam just escaping into the air, warming the area. Not something you see every day.
After getting lost we got stuck on a mountain in the driving snow behind a stuck Big Truck who was getting pulled out by his buddy, Even Bigger Truck. So we did what any ordinary person would do in that kind of situation-we pulled a discreet distance away from the truck and had sex in the car. Then we ate potato chips while watching the two truck drivers bounce their way to freedom.
We finally made it to Reykjavik and checked in to our hotel. The hotel was fine, and one thing was clear-the shower was pumping in geyser water. Not only couldn't we get it to come out of the tap in any degree except "so hot it sloughs your skin off", but it smelled strongly of that boiled egg sulphuric smell.
The next day we meandered around Reykjavik in the morning and had lunch there. One thing that I should point out is that while we ate lunch in the sun, a row of baby carriages marked the sidewalk outside the restaurant. This is the norm for Scandinavia. I've seen it all over and actually with the exception of London, I've seen it here, too. When I first moved to Sweden I was shocked at the sleeping babies left outside the shops, pubs and homes in their strollers, snoozing away, their mothers popping out to check on them. But it happened time and time again-this is what people do. Some doctors even advocate letting the babies continue to snooze outside in their prams, provided they are appropriately dressed for the weather. It took a while for me to get used to it, but this is how things work around here. I know it seems very strange, especially if you're an American and have the same view I did, in which it's unheard of to leave your kid outside a shop. I'm not trying to sway your opinion here and I'm not looking for people to cry that it's child abuse, it simply is what it is - we all do things differently. I've yet to hear about an abduction in these countries from a snoozing infant outside a restaurant. So if you hop a plane to Reykjavik (or any multitude of places on this side of the pond), don't be shocked if you see the strollers outside.
What's interesting about Reykjavik is a lot of the homes are covered with corrugated tin, the kind of thing you'd see on the tops of garages or the sidings in shantytowns. But the truth is, most of them are well maintained, painted, and look amazing. I'd never seen houses covered with the stuff before, and it looked crisp and clean.
We strolled around the city some more, went back to the hotel for a bit of afternoon how's your father, and then got in the car. We left Reykjavik and drove to the farthest southwest tip of Iceland. We passed a geothermal plant where Angus was desperate to go inside and tour but the barricades were down. which I tried to impress upon him was the international sign for "Seriously, we don't want people in here." The impression did not take. He passed the first set as he was so eager to see the inside of a geothermal plant (with me wondering if I'd get to see what the inside of an Icelandic prison would look like), but the second set of barriers were definitely impassable, so we left. There we stopped at the hot springs at Krysuvik.
Which again, didn't smell too good.
Then we drove to the furthest southwest point in the country and watched the wild surf.
We went to the point where you can stand on a bridge overlooking the gap between the tectonic plates of America and Europe.
And finally, we went to the place I'd been dying to go to.
We went to the Blue Lagoon.
This is, of course, not the place where Brooke Shields lost her virginity to Christopher Atkins.
Instead, it's where a massive amount of geothermal water is gathered into an unbelievably blue lagoon, where you swim around in water as warm as a comfortable bath and scoop some of the all-natural mud from cnetrally located buckets to scrub your face and arms. The mud, made of salt, lava rock and silica, really does make you feel like a million bucks. The entire lagoon is surrounded by a huge lava field, and you honestly feel like you are walking on the moon (hey, there's a song in that.) You swim around in your swimsuit in a massive lagoon with others dotted here and there in the lagoon, too. The air is freezing but the water is perfectly warm, and although the minerals are great for your skin it turns your hair into a true Brillo pad.
From time to time, you'd come across a little nook where a couple was getting amorous.
They weren't the only ones.
*Ahem.*
I think there's something in the water.
We didn't take any pictures inside the place because we didn't want to get our camera wet, but we took some of the unblievably blue water outside and the official website photo tab has more photos to show the place off.
And then we went back to our hotel, ate a huge meal, slept like babies, and headed for the airport, where we flew back. We got to fly back on business class and use the business class lounge (courtesy of Angus' BA miles). They had a courtesy basket full of small Blue Lagoon spa hand lotion samples, which the Blue Lagoon sells for scary prices. Between Angus and myself, we took about 50 packets. This is what happens when you let riffraff like us in a business class lounge.
Iceland was amazing. I loved it. The people are very kind and remarkably trusting-not once did we have to give a credit card to hold a room or make a deposit. I think it's incredible and sweet and I hope they never get jaded there. Although we only saw a small part of the country, I'd love to go back and see more. Apparently all the geothermal plants open their doors to the public every year from June-August, which of course has registered high with the boy. I don't know if we'll be going back this year, but we'll definitely be going back.
-H.
Full set of photos here.
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What struck me about the photo is that they are blue and grey. There's two that have an odd bit of green grass in them and they really stand out. The rest - blue and grey. Even the car for heaven's sake. I look out of my window and it's all green, such an intense contrast.
Posted by: CarolineM at May 21, 2007 09:44 AM (x3QDi)
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Love the photos. Also ha, laughed at the thought of driving round bumpy roads in a Yaris. We went to Cyprus and drove round the mountains, but our rental car was a MICRA! We were in first and second gear most of the time.
Posted by: Elisa at May 21, 2007 10:43 AM (AlPvn)
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Sounds like you had a great time! It look beautiful and such an interesting country. I would love to visit.
Glad you had a good break and enjoyed yourself. Welcome home!
Posted by: Suzie at May 21, 2007 11:11 AM (YqqaU)
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OOOO...Ahhhhh...ohhhhh... nice!
Posted by: sue at May 21, 2007 01:48 PM (WbfZD)
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Iceland is so beautiful! Sounds like it was a great vacation
Posted by: geeky at May 21, 2007 01:56 PM (ziVl9)
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Thanks for the pics-and it sounds like you had a fabulous time.
Only 50 packets? Amateurs....
Posted by: Teresa at May 21, 2007 03:10 PM (3uUE8)
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Why was the church painted black?
Oh, probably to absorb heat. Duh.
Dude, drinking water from a stream like that? Maybe not so smart, guardia is a bad bad thing for non pregnant women, devastating for those who are. You get it from water that has any kind of animals in the area, (I could be wrong there may be more ways), so if there were sheep, or goats, deer, elk cows, etc in the area, even though it was coming out of the ground, you can still get it. Extremely bad cramping, diarrhea, vomiting, it's a bad thing.
But the seal, I love him, really good pictures!
Posted by: Donna at May 21, 2007 03:18 PM (FbccQ)
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leptospirosis, that's what I was thinking about that you get from drinking water thats not purified. Sorry. And although it's more common in tropical countries, you can get it anywhere there are animals that may have peed in the water. I know, I'm going away now.
Posted by: Donna at May 21, 2007 04:02 PM (FbccQ)
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Look at YOu! world travellers and all.
thanks for the great pics.. allways.
Posted by: J.m at May 21, 2007 06:14 PM (TsXw6)
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The color of the water is incredible!
Posted by: kenju at May 21, 2007 09:07 PM (DBvE5)
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The photo of the church looked like it could have been taken in the western US. Very desolate. Since Angus likes power plants, I'd recommend driving down the pass between Palm Springs and Riverside next time you guys are in CA. Windmills. Nothing but windmills as far as the eye can see. Angus would get a kick out of it.
Posted by: maolcolm at May 22, 2007 09:14 AM (A6gp7)
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A striking landscape to be sure.
One minor thing, somewhere near the beginning you referred to the 'teutonic' plates, which I'm sure was just spellcheck wreaking havoc with your prose.
The other was that you reminded me of the postcard my brothers and I received from our mother when we were much younger. She was supposed to be on a flight to Germany to visit her own mother. The postcard we received was from Iceland (apparently nobody knew that the plane was making a refuelling stop there) -- you can understand that we were a bit disturbed.
Posted by: Tinker at May 23, 2007 12:50 AM (HGoEM)
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I was confused until I re-read my entry and saw that "tectonic" had become "teutonic". So Iceland is apparently resting on a Celtic/Germanic tribe.
Spell-checker apologizes.
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May 15, 2007
Angus-isms
Angus often comes up with winners that make me wish I had a pen in my hand, so that I could scribble them down on the outside of my hand for future reference. Most of the time I think:
Yup. I am so blogging that. Other times I think:
Eh, they wouldn't believe me if I blogged it anyway. We run the gamut in what we talk about, but I usually know that whatever we discuss will have an angle to it that's 100% pure Angus involved. As a result, conversations in this household tends to be more interesting than conversations that I ever had with all of my exes combined.
Maybe that's what makes for a winning combination in the relationship department.
So here, I offer you the daily chitchat that occurs in my house.
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The other night we were watching My Big Breasts and Me, partly because nothing else was on, and partly because I have some experience on the subject.
One tiny woman is attending a gym in hopes of reducing her rack. Her fitness trainer tells her that exercising, while getting you healthy and a good way of losing weight, cannot "spot check" where you want to hit, and that it may not work for her (I was told the same.) He takes her measurements.
"OK, so you're 60 kilos," he says slowly.
I sit up. "60 kilos? She's only 60 kilos-" that's about 132 pounds - "on that scale? That's impossible. She looks way heavier than me, and pre-pregnancy I was only nearly 68 kilos. She looks like she weighs more than I do, doesn't she? Doesn't she?" I ask Angus.
He looks at me, a deer caught in the headlights. A whimpering sound escapes him. He holds his head in his hands, nervous. "Ummm...what's the right answer here? How do I answer this? I dunno what I'm supposed to say. Heads, I lose, tails, I lose. What do I answer?"
And even though he answered wrong, his angst made me laugh, and he was forgiven.
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We were laying in bed the other night, discussing the house chores that we'd completed that day (this is not what's known as foreplay in our home, in case you were wondering if we get off on Windex or anything like that.)
"I finally addressed the pile of clothes on the bed," I said mournfully. "That fucking Harry Potter didn't come take care of them for me."
"Who's Harry Potter? I thought we decided to not hire outside cleaning help."
I am exasperated. I know Angus hates sci-fi and fantasy, but this is a bit ridiculous. "Harry Potter? The teenage magician? Those books that I read?"
"Oh. Oh yes. Him. Such pointless material."
"And yet the books are one of the record-breaking book sales in history," I mutter.
"I tried to follow the story, but after all the white horses and and volcanoes, it did my head in. I watched one hour of the film and had to go do something else," he said.
"Honey, that's Tolkein you're thinking of," I say gently.
"Was he in the book too? Is that Dumbledick, or Tumblemore, or whatever his name is?"
GOD.
"Tolkein wrote The Lord of the Rings triology. You're getting them confused."
"Oh right." Then - "So he was in the book?"
I decide to take the path most travelled. "Yes, honey. Tolkein is in the Harry Potter books. He's the one with the wand."
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Later, we were talking about a BBC programme we watched (seriously, we live life on the edge in our house.) The show was called Supergrass, and before you get your hopes up, it wasn't about the world's fastest growing turf, nor was it about the marijuana that you've been dreaming of all your life. The programme was about a series of police informants that the police force here in England used in the 70's and 80's.
"Supergrass is a stupid term for a snitch," I say out loud.
Angus laughs. "Why are you calling them snitches?" he asks.
I am confused. "Well, that's what they are. Snitches."
"Not over here, babe. A grass is someone that rats you out," he says.
"Yeah, I know. It's the same in the States, only I think it's a bit of an old-fashioned Mafia term."
"Yeah, well, a snitch means something else over here. 'Snitch' means a woman's body parts."
"The good parts or the naughty parts?"
"The naughty parts."
I think about this. "Seems weird then that an Englishwoman would write books in which her character is always chasing a Golden Snitch."
"Who does that?" comes the query.
"Harry Potter," I reply.
"Christ, not that guy again."
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Sunday the rain came down in sheets of chilled horror. I spent the day catching up on Heroes and Lost, both of which were saved on the satelite hard drive.
"Babe?" comes the call from the study, where Angus has spent the day working on architecture designs, surfing the web for the new camcorder he wants (just in time for the twins), and dicking around on ebay.
"Yeah?" I reply, freezing the screen at the exact moment that Hiro is making a stupid facial expression, which happens more than one would think.
"How badly do you want a table saw?"
"I want a table saw more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, ever," I reply solemnly.
"Excellent. I just won one in ebay."
"Great, honey. What are you going to do with it?" I reply, grinning.
"That's not the important part. What's important is that we now have one."
Well good then. I can sleep well at night knowing that an ebay table saw is in our garage.
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"What time is our flight on Wednesday?" I ask, popping a Ritz cracker into my mouth.
"7:30 am," replies Angus.
"Wow," I saw, just managing to avoid sending a stream of crumbs down my shirt. "We'll have to leave the house early then."
"Your powers of deduction are amazing," comes the reply.
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We leave tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn (there's my deduction in action again) for four days in Iceland (and I'm a lucky enough girl that my boy used his miles to upgrade us to business class).
See you on Monday.
-H.
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Here's a conversation from OUR household the other day.
I was telling Arnie something thrilling about my day and he said, "You know what's really cool about that?"
"What, dearest?" I replied enthusiastically.
Then he farted.
I'm not sure who is worse. Him, for basically saying my day sucked or me for laughing at his gastro-lympics.
Posted by: Lindsay at May 15, 2007 11:21 AM (Gtr4m)
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What a difference a vowel makes.. down here 'down there' is a Snatch...
Posted by: deeleea at May 15, 2007 12:13 PM (IphB3)
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OMFG, those were hilarious. Angus is an absolute gem (and I'm not saying that sarcastically!) Have a great time in Iceland.
Posted by: selzach at May 15, 2007 12:14 PM (wiWvH)
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Snitch-snatch....whatever....that is so funny. I can't believe Angus can't get into Tolkien or Harry Potter.
Have a great time in Iceland and take pics!
Posted by: kenju at May 15, 2007 12:26 PM (DBvE5)
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You guys seem like fun people
Last night, our bedtime conversation consisted of me lamenting that in 10 years, I would find myself living in a shack with no running water, riding a bike to work, wearing hemp clothes, and showering only once a week, all because of my hippie husband who wouldn't kill the spider he found in the bathroom this morning.
Posted by: geeky at May 15, 2007 12:30 PM (ziVl9)
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That first conversation is very much as one similar in our house, only Hubs always gets this look on his face and then says "here's the land mine"... meaning no matter what he says he's doomed.
Now you've got me wondering about the "Golden Snitch", too... hmmmm...
Have a nice trip and we'll see ya when you get back!
Posted by: sue at May 15, 2007 01:11 PM (WbfZD)
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I'm stuck on the golden snitch thing, which I didn't know was a Brit word for anything other than the thing Harry chases ... kinda brings a whole new dimension to the books.
Does he chase a golden snatch in the UK version of the books?
Sorry, just had to ask.
Posted by: Ice Queen at May 15, 2007 01:22 PM (Lyl8J)
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Yep, that Angus is a keeper-even though he doesn't know his hobbits from his wizards.
Have a safe, fun trip in Iceland. I am totally jealous and living vicariously through your travels, so take lots of pictures, 'k?
*giggle*
Golden Snitch *giggle*
Posted by: Teresa at May 15, 2007 02:38 PM (IVEJa)
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In defense of Angus, Gandolf at least
looks like Dumbledore, right?
Posted by: amy t. at May 15, 2007 02:54 PM (3dOTd)
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Anytime I ask my Beloved a question like the first one, he cocks one eyebrow and looks at me over his glasses and says: "Bullet in every chamber, honey."
Oh.
Heh.
Posted by: Margi at May 15, 2007 04:10 PM (E6wcJ)
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*grin*
You guys are too cute. Thanks for letting us peak in...
Posted by: Mia at May 15, 2007 04:28 PM (8yLzc)
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This:
"Harry Potter," I reply.
"Christ, not that guy again."
BWHA-HA-HA-HA!! I SRSLY LOL'd!
Probably because I don't "get" the Harry Potter phenom either. Although I'm a Tolkein fan from 11 years old.
As for the "deer in the headlights". Uh-huh. That's what Dan calls, "Don't clip the blue wire! DON'T CLIP THE BLUE WIRE!" You know, from action movies where they're trying to dismantle a bomb.
Yeah. It's a lot like that for our men when it comes to asking them about our looks/weight. *laughs again*
Too funny, Helen, thank you for the laughs!
Posted by: The other Amber at May 15, 2007 05:24 PM (zQE5D)
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The Golden Snitch. Heh heh heh heheheheh. (doing my best Beavis imitation)
I'll never look at a Harry Potter book or movie the same way again. Playing with his wand and chasing snitches (Hermione's, perhaps?).
And my answer to your first question would have been something along the lines of "well, her ass isn't as big as my fat ass". If I'm asked a potential train wreck of a question, I just find a way to derail it before it gets to me.
Posted by: diamond dave at May 15, 2007 08:31 PM (2hGfo)
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I thought the funniest Angus-ism you've mentioned on the blog was when you guys went to the Jerry Springer musical. Angus saw a roll of toilet paper in the bathroom that said, "This is your Jerry Springer moment", and Angus said it should have read, "This is your Jerry Springer MOVEMENT."
That's funny.
Posted by: Solomon at May 16, 2007 01:21 PM (x+GoF)
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"Christ, not that guy again."
I have to confess, Angus is kind of my hero with that one.
Posted by: ilyka at May 17, 2007 02:46 AM (XiVOX)
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Our conversations tend to go along the power tool route. I am thinking about finding him a t-shirt that says something along the lines of "Whoever dies with the most tools wins." for Father's Day.
Hope you guys are having a great and relaxing trip!!
Posted by: Michele at May 17, 2007 05:22 PM (fcaMV)
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"Christ, not that guy again."
Be still my heart.
Angus, you've got a friend in North Carolina, should you ever want to make the trip. We can scratch our heads over Harry Potter and his hobbit friends together.
If it's true that you also have never seen a Bond or Star Wars flick, we may have been separated at birth, even.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 18, 2007 07:50 PM (jl9h0)
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I go away for a few months and you get knocked up!
Congrats times infinity Helen. I was worried that you would watch Elf so many times you'd wear out the DVD
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I am so very happy for you and so glad - you are going to be the best mum ever!
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May 14, 2007
White Cotton Hell - Not Just for Granny Panties Anymore
So on Friday I bunked off work early (I had actually earned this-I worked very long hours last week writing technical documents that made my eyes cross) in order to purchase clothing to accommodate the needs of my burgeoning waistline. When I was last in the States I bought a pair of jeans from Old Navy (complete with stretchy, revoltingly fluffy bunny fleece ice cream cone waistband), a pair of black work trousers, and a pair of shorts (foolish, foolish Helen. It's been raining and cold for the past 10 days straight here. What was I thinking?)
But the thing is, unless you're wearing your pajamas all the time (which, let's be honest, I am), then you get pretty sick of the ice cream cone jeans and the black trousers. Reaaaaaly sick of them. It was time to make some amends to the wardrobe.
The thing is, I've been able to wear most of my regular clothes anyway, because:
1) I suffer from low self-esteem (to which you're smacking your forehead and rolling your eyes, saying "Noooooo! Really?")
2) I like my clothes to be roomy and comfy so I buy clothes one size up from what I really wear - although I choose to wear a 14 here (U.S. size 10), I'm really a 12 (U.S. size
. I just can't bear fitted clothes.
3) see # 1
4) Even though I'm four months pregnant, I've seen pictures of other four month pregnant women and I look way less pregnant than they do. And I'm carrying twins. I'm some kind of carnie freak. I worry this means I'll explode in a haze of purple stretch marks in a few months' time.
So yeah. The need hasn't been huge, but I can't go around with my zippers just unzipped anymore, the clothes, they do not fit.
So off to the shops then.
I went to a nearby Next shop. Now, I like Next. Next is ok. Next is the first shop I stopped at on my first visit to the UK, when I had under-planned a visit to the biting cold that is an English winter and desperately needed gloves and a scarf. I knew that Next had maternity gear, so I decided to see what they might have for someone that's pretty loathe to invest much money in preggo clothes.
I found a number of empire-style tops and such, but they had ridiculous patterns. It's like stepping back into the 80's, when women were expected to wear pinafores and little ribbons around their necks as they work the "Seriously, We Are the Antithesis of Sexy" look. Maternity clothes used to be (I think) a form of punishment, the scarlet letter A for those whose uteruses (uteri?) had removed the "For Let" signs. I know that for most pregnant isn't considered a time for women to be hot-Angus is not a fan of the pregnant look, he doesn't think women "glow" or are "femininely sexy", to him the pregnant woman is just that - pregnant. I must say I'm feeling pretty sexy lately (it must be the hormones), and I certainly don't want to strap myself into something that's the polyester equivalent of a chastity belt.
I picked up a few things to try on, as maybe I was just being ridiculous and slightly over-sensitive and what woman doesn't want to be swathed in fleecy ice cream cones? I grabbed the UK size 12 (one size smaller than I used to wear) since I felt I needed to get a grip on this self-esteem issue (which is always a bold move when you're up 7 kg on the scale. Nothing says "love thyself" than seeing your body creep up 15 pounds.) I tried on the froopy, cutesy empire shirts and they worked well-the only area that's growing on me is my waist, my arms and shoulders are the same size, so the clothes fit well.
As I was leaving, I asked the attendant if that was all the maternity clothing they had.
"Oh that's not maternity," the size-00 attendant replied. "Those are for our larger women. This store doesn't stock maternity clothes." She adjusted her sparkly superfluous belt around her malnourished hips and went about her business.
What? They don't have maternity clothes? These ridiculous patterns are what the shop felt was best intended for plus-size women? Moreover, the cut and pattern of the clothes is perfectly aligned for the pregnant folk (and in fact, I was one of three knocked up chicks perusing the section), yet they expect non-pregnant women to wear these cutesy cuts? NO ONE but a pregnant person looks ok in these cuts, mostly because all the shape of the clothing does is reaffirm to people that there is a bun in the oven, but also because people expect pregnant women to radiate "I've already done that sex bit, so move along". Are plus-sized women horrified at this kind of selection? What, do shops think that because women are a few sizes more they need to be interpreted as someone with an active uterus?
And moreover, when did a size 12 get labelled as a plus-size? I'm not the tiniest of chicks, but if a size 4 is the norm then hand me the nachos please, because I want off the island.
Anyway, I selected a soft dress that has absolutely no waistline and room to grow that I can wear for work. I chose one of the least cutesy tops I could find, which is a top in a dark purple color. And I picked up a casual summer dress that's also empire waisted, so that I can wear it around the house and shops. It's shockingly short, but I figured-Fuckit. My legs look fine. I may not be the hottest chick in town, but I feel pretty sexy, and just because I'm a constipated incubator, it doesn't mean I can't try to feel good about how I look.
As I was perusing the stock one more time, I saw a soft, airy white cotton dress. It was so lovely. I looked at it and immediately though of E.M. Forster's Room With a View - I could wear it and spank the Edwardian ass. I saw myself in it, serving up gin and tonics in our sun-filled garden (though not drinking one, of course), with a wide-brimmed straw hat and daintily polished toes as I tiptoed through the gentle grass and laughed in a delicate and tinkly laugh at my guests' witticisms.
(I might have been channeling a bit of Gone With the Wind there, I could be wrong.)
I had to try it on. They only had it in a size 10, but as the waist was also quite high, I figured me and my Lemonheads could fit in it. I would look like the perfect English-American-pregnant-with-twins-but-not-suffering-swollen-ankles hostess. I would flit, I would float, I would fleetly flee I'd fly.
I headed back to the dressing room, holding the white cotton dress seperate from the other maternity-like clothes, whose very presence could besmirch the purity that was my perfect summer outfit. I got into a dressing room, pulled the curtain (Yeah, um, seriously, Next - consider real doors. It won't kill you.) and took off my clothes, leaving on only my bra, knickers, and Family Guy socks (thanks, Teresa!). I smiled at my curvy stomach with Helena Bonham Carter kindness. I unzipped the side of the dress, lifted up the layers of white dress and started to slide it over my head. I was Emma Thompson. I was grace. I was in perfect harmony with my inner woman.
I was also clearly pretty hormonal, because once I got it on I looked like I had seized a sheet off the bed and decided to work it, a la toga style. The dress made my waist look wider than the state of Montana. My breasts were held up in the empire-waist style, but they also looked like you should put a quarter between them and then pull my arm and see if you could hit the jackpot. I have seldom looked worse in a dress than that one. If flour sacks become the rage, I'm going back for that dress, because it worked the baking angle in every way, shape, and form.
My Forster dreams collapsed, I frowned and immediately started to pull it off my head. I was angry. I had to be cleared of this white hot molten cotton mess as fast as possible. In these situations, I typically don't think I just react, and my reaction was to angrily remove the dress by seizing the bottom and heaving it upwards. This meant the dress turned inside out as it was coming up. This was, clearly, a mistake.
Because I'd forgotten to unzip the side before I started taking it off.
I was stuck.
I couldn't get my arms back down as my shoulder conveniently decided to lock. I couldn't get the dress back down because I was swathed in those previously cute looking layers of white cotton. I could see myself through the mirror, and there I was-my stomach riding high over the tops over my underwear and, in this position with my arms raised, I didn't look pregnant, I just looked like the Dorito eating champion of the world. And I noticed with a start that there was a hole in the front of my black lace knickers.
I struggled some more. I couldn't move. I was stuck in a white cotton straightjacket. I started swearing.
"Are you ok in there?" came a voice from the other side of the divider.
"Er...yes. Just a problem with a dress," I replied. I was getting hot battling my nemesis white dress. My face felt like it was on fire.
Suddenly, my curtain parted. I froze like a deer in the headlights. I couldn't even cover my bits as my arms were stuck above my head.
"Oh you poor dear," said a voice.
Oh. My. God.
There's a woman standing there witnessing my retail horror. And I was not invisible, she could see me. And she could see my pants. And they have a hole in them. And my bra doesn't match. And my baby paunch was hanging perversely over the top of my pants, like I was Roseanne Barr or something.
But hey-at least she was wearing one of the cutesy empire waist shirts, so there was some karma.
"Is everything ok over here?" came the voice of the attendent with the praying mantis body.
OH GOD, NOT HER. If anyone is to witness my downfall, let it be Angus, let it be Oprah, let it be Hootie and the Blowfish, just don't let it be the super skinny chick.
But of course she saw.
I'm fairly certain I heard the Lemonheads sniggering at that point.
"You're stuck," she said flatly.
Ten out of ten for the fucking obvious, babe.
"I think that's not your size," she says, observing me and taking in the unmistakable curve of a stomach that hasn't seen situps in over 4 months. I saw her lip curl. I saw her twitch, like the only way she was going to get out of the situation ok was if she dropped and gave us 20.
"Actually, it fit ok, I just forgot to unzip it," I say desperately. Why are we talking when they can see my Family Guy socks?
The two women reach over and help me get the dress off, at which point I lose an ear, the skin off my left shoulder, and any shred of dignity I had left.
The attendant hands me the now crumpled dress. "Shall I get you another size?" she asks archly.
"No," I reply firmly. "No, that dress and I are done now." I shake my hair out of my eyes and see myself in the mirror-my face is the color of an angry sunburn and I have static electricity giving my hair that absent minded professor look.
I get dressed with whatever confidence I have left, pay for my other two dresses and shirt, and leave. That feeling sexy bit that I referred to earlier? Yeah. DUST IN THE WIND.
White cotton is clearly something made by the devil.
-H.
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LMAO... oh dear. You told the story so well. A friend of mine found herself in similar circumstances in Karen Millen a few months ago - although I think they HAVE doors on the changing rooms.
The poncho\smock\bag look seems to be big this year. I'm a size 14 as well and barely topping 5 foot (but not preggers) means I look like a bag of old socks trying on the 'latest fashion'.
Posted by: Elisa at May 14, 2007 12:11 PM (6/XCd)
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A Pea in the Pod has wonderful maternity, not frumpy smocks, but fabulous things. Even lingerie. Check them out online. Pregnant sex is the best, isn't it?
Posted by: Teri at May 14, 2007 12:30 PM (K7jOL)
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I think you're a little out on the US/UK Size conversions. There should be only 1 size difference. UK 10/US 8 UK 12/US 10. However it can vary from store to store based on whether they have moved on from the sizing standards set up in the 50's!! And don't get me started on clothing for 'Plus sizes'.
I am so bad at working out what looks good that my pregnant friends still managed to look better dressed than me, given that their options for decently styled clothes were so limited, that's a pretty mean feat.
So, here's where they shopped, Dorothy Perkins for general stuff
http://www.dorothyperkins.com/
http://www.jojomamanbebe.co.uk limited stores couple in the home counties, but online/catalogue too.
There is also a nice store called "Blooming Marvellous" http://www.bloomingmarvellous.co.uk/ my friend who I give the "best dressed" award to each year (has 3 kids <5 and still manages to colour co-ordinate her Jewellery!!) Liked that store although it was a little pricey given the short duration for which she would wear it. She used to justify it by saying that it was about the same length as a clothing 'season'.
Floaty dresses look bad.... always...only Kate Moss and her Skeletal crew can carry them off, oh and 3 yr old girls..
Posted by: Jayne at May 14, 2007 01:07 PM (q5uvl)
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Hey, look, you're already collecting Lemonhead stories!
And yes, plus sizes suck. I'm a plus size but I'm 5' 0" so all my shirts hang to my knees - not pleasant. And the styles suck and the fabrics suck and .. no wonder I'm fasion challenged.
Posted by: Hannah at May 14, 2007 01:13 PM (5w+E2)
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Jayne-I thought there was a one size difference, too, but a website told me otherwise. Maybe the world is getting biased. Dunno, but I do know I owe you for the links-I hit Blooming Marvellous' sale section like a sailor on shore leave, and have an order coming my way now.
Teri - I loooooove Pea in the Pod. Too bad they bend me over for the shipping charges. May see if my Dad is planning on coming to visit, then I can ship them to him and he can bring them over. Thanks!
Posted by: Helen at May 14, 2007 01:40 PM (gzjSb)
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OMG - it sounds just like something that would happen to me. I see clothes - get pictures in my head - and then crash and burn with the reality that despite all hoping I am not built for most clothes. Hopefully some day a smart woman with fashion sense and realistic expectations for what things should cost will start an empire for the rest of us....which I think is probobly most of us...sigh.
(have you tried Gap online? - they have a lot of maternity stuff as does Target)
Posted by: cursingmama at May 14, 2007 01:41 PM (PoQfr)
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OMG, I would have died of embarrassment! Or punched one of them. Or maybe both.
I probably shouldn't mention this because I know you don't have Target over there, but I think their maternity clothes are super cute. In fact, I wish they made their maternity clothes in regular sizes, because I like them better than the regular clothes!
Posted by: geeky at May 14, 2007 02:07 PM (ziVl9)
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I know what you mean about plus-size clothes looking like the rejects from the Pucci House of Fashion in the 70's and 80's. Gag me. I tried on some of those empire-waist tops last week and they just accentuated my already too large looks-like-a-pregnant-grandma belly.
Posted by: kenju at May 14, 2007 02:49 PM (DBvE5)
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Ehh, I don't know what the problem is. I think that pregnant women are sexy; I'm sure that you're no different. Just ignore the anorexic "need more
bbrraaaiiinnnnss" chicks. Show them what a real woman looks like.
Posted by: physics geek at May 14, 2007 02:52 PM (MT22W)
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I, too, am a plus size - only I'm tall so I carry it all funny. Any-hoo, I just wanted to say that those empire waist things make everyone look preggers, even if you're not. I had a dress like that in high school when I was a twig and it STILL made me look like that.
Funny story... yes, you will be having lots of funnies to share with the Lemonheads!
Posted by: sue at May 14, 2007 03:03 PM (WbfZD)
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I second (third?) Target's really nice maternity clothes-should your Dad came to visit you should send him a package first. I will keep my eyes peeled for you-maternity clothes can seriously suck. And don't even get me started on empire waists. As a buxom gal you know that shit just hangs off the boobs and hides all will evidence of being a female and instead just screams potato sack.
If they just would have looked at the Family Guy socks none of this would have happened.
Posted by: Teresa at May 14, 2007 03:15 PM (wFNOt)
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Old Navy has a maternity line of clothing as well.
I am sorry for your embarassment but you write so well my imagination had a clear picture of you stuck, you can laugh about it later on! :-)
Posted by: Steff at May 14, 2007 03:43 PM (fIFtd)
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LMAO, hon. What a trip.
I may be the ONLY plus sized chick who doesn't look preggo in those empire waist things. Of course, I have huge boobs and a long waist, so that helps, even though I am short. But yes, I do resent the UGLINESS of the selections, which is why I only shop in stores like Torrid that have CUTE clothes.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 14, 2007 04:38 PM (r0kgl)
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Helen next time bring a bag of Big Mac's with you. You know how garlic repels the vampire, the Big Mac will keep the skinny judgement witch away.
Seriously, I don't even go to the dressing rooms anymore. The last thing I want to see is my pasty white ass naked in front of a full length mirror with that glaring white light shining down on and exposing every ripple on this aging body. Unless I'm buying something for a speical occation I usually take my casual selection straight to the register and get the hell outta there. I try the stuff on without the dressing room security camaras in the privacy of my own home, and if it doesn't fit...it goes back on my next errand trip out around town.
Posted by: Heidi at May 14, 2007 04:52 PM (Sx4cq)
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Hmm, so does this mean I'm the only one who thinks those flowing empire waist shirts are cute?? Don't tell me husband, I just can't let him win this one!
Glad you made it out of the dress. I can't even tell you how many times those sneaky little zippers on the side have made a fool of me!
Posted by: Erin at May 14, 2007 04:56 PM (VkeXi)
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OH NOES! *laughs and commiserates at the same time*
Oh Oh Oh! AHAHAHAHA! That has almost happened to me, too. I have gotten stuck before and just stood there sweating it and pulling and trying not to tear the clothes. I've always managed to extricate myself but there have been a couple of times I thought I'd have to ask for help and by god the merest thought of that just made me want to disappear into the floor.
At least you're not alone, Helen, lol! I'll bet most of us have had that happen too.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 14, 2007 07:33 PM (zQE5D)
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Well I have never gone with a woman to buy a dress ao this was interesting. I hope your happy with what you finally bought.
Posted by: DR John at May 14, 2007 08:11 PM (vAWbT)
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FWIW, when my ex was pregnant, she lost wieght for two months, then gained. However, by the time she delivered, given the eventual size of our daughter (9 lbs 3 oz), my ex was way below her expected weight at delivery.
The pediatrician never explained the why or how of it, but my ex apparently burned off a lot of fat during her pregnancy, and essentially she traded fat space for baby space. There was no special dieting involved, unless you count that my ex ate pretty much anything that came within reach for a few months, then settled into a heavy-duty fruit craving to supplement normal mealtimes.
I've never heard of such a thing happening to anybody before or since, but I can only hope you're blessed with what I would guess was her metabolism ramp-up while pregnant.
My two bits..
Posted by: palamedes at May 14, 2007 09:11 PM (cq3pU)
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Hmmph....
She should have a pair of Muppets PJ's to wear about the house. Then anytime she feels down.. Kermit will sing... "Its not easy being Three....".
Posted by: LarryConley at May 15, 2007 02:36 AM (NxPtK)
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I had only a few things that I really liked maternity wise. I wore the shit out of them and now I never want to see them again.
Posted by: statia at May 15, 2007 04:34 AM (KcrOI)
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Reminds me of an incident at one of our SCA (medieveal reenactment) wars a few years ago. We were camped out with a group of our friends, and Jen had gone into the tent to change. The garb she usually wears (14th century) involves a form-fitting cotton underdress under a larger, bulkier outer dress - a recipie for disaster, expecially when one is changing in a tiny tent. I heard the familiar cry from inside of "John...I need help with my dress" I valiantly rushed inside to help. What was heard from outside the tent by our friends a few moments later was a very shrill Jen yelling "No, on!!! ON!!! Not off!!!" I think I actually got applause from my friends when I finally emerged.
Posted by: maolcolm at May 15, 2007 09:51 AM (XQhLo)
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Yes, plus size women are horrified at what is available to them. It is totally and utterly unfair. The years I spent as plus size were made 10x more miserable becauuse of the clothing. Luckily, I lost 135 pounds and all is good, but I really still feel for women who are stuck there. It is hard to feel good about yourself when you are forced to wear really ugly shit.
BTW, Ponchos don't look good on ANYONE.
Posted by: Dani at May 16, 2007 10:38 PM (0YJjk)
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I'm a fattie that has actually bought some stuff IN the maternity section of some stores before. Seriously, there are some really cute tops and skirts around for pregnant women. ^_^ I don't care if someone thinks I'm pregnant as a result. They sometimes think it anyway. People tend to think that is the only acceptable reason to have a big belly or fat on the body. :-p
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Running Interference
So, I was warned by others that if/when I ever got knocked up, that basketball known as my uterus would become public property. Ripe for the opinions, advice (well-intentioned or otherwise), and for people touching me (no one's tried that yet. I will personally bitch slap the first person who does*. I am not a Care Bear, do not touch the stomach.)
So far, I haven't been disappointed (except the stomach rubbing part. Luckily, I'm safe from that. I think I generally give off the "I am not a smurf, don't pat me" air.) I get a lot of advice (generally well-intentioned, and of that advice, it's very welcome. Hints are good. I like hints.)
What I haven't had is a lot of real-life gasping horror at how we're planning things-I've had emails and comments, but no one has said anything to my face. Maybe I don't get that as my colleagues here don't really flap one way or another - we're a close bunch, but as long as our project plans get done, then hey-paint your face purple and run a parade float, who gives a shit? My family has turned out to be surprisingly hands-off-I thought my dad would be running interference, but his line has staunchly been "whatever you want to do, I support you". Props to my dad, then. He does sternly admonish that although I'm a vegetarian, our children should be meat-eaters, and actually I agree. I think being a vegetarian is a choice up to the individual, so if the kids decide to not eat meat then cool-that's their call.
My father has had one issue with me, though.
He wants us to get married before the babies are born.
My short answer to him was: No.
My long answer to him was: No.
I know it seems like we're going about things the wrong way, but Angus and I have both been married before. To us, we maybe see things a bit more...cynically. We're jaded. Don't get me wrong, we're engaged and we will get married, but neither of us personally see being hitched as a major showstopper in producing babies. They are coming out of the chute regardless of whether or not there's a marriage certificate to burst through like a scene from Chariots of Fire.
Unmarried families seem to be the norm in Sweden (I could count on one hand the number of married couples I knew there.) Likewise, although married families are more common that unmarried ones in England, we do also know a number of couples that aren't married but raising children together. In the U.S., the incidence of unmarried families is rising as well and is currently at an all-time high-30% of all parents are unmarried, and a study showed that unmarried couples with children tended to be the most stable relationship. This is exactly what we want-stability. I have a severely unstable background, I won't have that for my kids.
In some areas I'm a seriously stubborn chick. I won't marry for a visa - I have a work visa, thanks, and I prefer to be here on my own two feet (insert strains of I am Woman Hear Me Roar here.) I won't marry because I'm pregnant (insert strains of Deliverance here.) I won't get married for any reason other than I love the man and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And I do love my man and want to spend the rest of my life with him, it's the details that need working out. Angus wants a big wedding with all his friends and family so cool, we can do that (personally, I'd prefer a beach deal with just the two of us, but I know he's a bit of a traditionalist, and that's fine). But it'll be a lot of stress to arrange, plan, and hold a wedding between now and October, and I'd really rather not do it while desperately searching for empire waisted dresses to accommodate a growing bump and hoping to God I'll poop sometime in the near future, although ideally not moments before that "walking down the aisle" part. I want a proper honeymoon, with alcohol and sun and scuba diving, none of which are ok now. And as I keep growing, I'll be on a travel ban soon enough, we feel there simply isn't time enough to plan these things.
He and I are resolute-we will get married.
Just not this year.
Angus' family, whom we met at his mother's home in East Sussex last weekend, asked us similar questions. It turned out to be quite a nice visit, although the middle of it was pockmarked by my contentious views. I swear I never mean to cause waves with them, but this time it was rather unavoidable. Over the dessert course his family asked us when we'd be getting married this year and asked if they should buy tickets (for some reason they have it in their heads that we're all flying off to Hawaii together and Angus and I are going to united in matrimony there. Neither Angus nor I have the faintest idea where they got this idea from, it hadn't occurred to us and the idea didn't originate from us. It does, however, seem to the plan that everyone wants and expects.) We explained to them that we wouldn't be getting married this year.
Insert gasps of horror from his family.
"So...your kids will be..." chokes his sister-in-law Terry.
"Little bastards, yeah," I grin, finishing her sentence for her.
"But they will be missing out on their rights!" she exclaims.
"Really? What rights will our children lack?" I ask.
She was unable to answer.
I thought so.
If we thought that was bad, our next announcement was like dropping a bomb on the quiet English countryside.
"And we're not going to have a Christening, either," Angus announces.
We're not. Neither of us are remotely religious-Angus could loosely be described as a Christian, as for myself I pretty much walk the agnostic line and have done for some time. We both feel that religion is like being a vegetarian-it's a choice. If our kids decide to be baptised someday, if they decide to be churchgoing, then we will support them in their decision. But Angus and I come from different backgrounds-I was raised Catholic, he was raised Church of England. Who are we to say that one religion should trump the other?
That didn't sit at all well with the family. Angus' Mum and Stepfather attend church occasionally. His Fillipina sister-in-law Jane is a practicing Catholic (apart from that whole shotgun wedding thing.) And his conservative brother Adam is a bell-ringer for the local church. Church is the done thing in his book, which is titled "I'm a Traditional Man in Absolutely Every Way, Shape, and Form."
Adam looked horrified.
"If your babies die, they'll go to hell!" he preached.
My first thought was: Fuck you.
My second thought was: Fuck you.
My third thought was: I may have gained 6 kilos already, but I can outrun you and kick your skinny ass, white boy, which I'm going to do right now.
My fourth thought was: Fuck you.
There are a lot of things I struggled with about Catholicism. Birth control being a big (and rather fundamental) one, but another one was the ridiculous notion of limbo, a concept that I personally felt was a weak, pathetic, horrific attempt by the church to scare mothers into shuttling their kids off to the Catholic church. Based on the idea that a newborn needed to "wash away the original sin" of sex between the parents, a baptism was the only way that the sin could be removed and the child could go to heaven. No baptism, no golden ticket to the pearly gates. That's the church's view. This view is unforgivable to me, the idea that an innocent child is born guilty and going to hell just because of the actions of the parents. The new pope actually stated recently that there are ideas about changing the idea of limbo, in a suspiciously wimpy there are "grounds to hope that children who die without being baptized can go to heaven", although he has also said "Baptism does not exist to wipe away the "stain" of original sin, but to initiate one into the Church". So really, no true progress there.
My response to the Pope's recent discussion on limbo, which made me wildly angry, is along the lines of "Bite me", which goes partway to explaining why I'm a lapsed Catholic. Also, it's why I'm probably going to hell myself, but as I've said before I'll be manning the margarita machine down there, so stop on by for a free cold frosty one.
My response to Adam was somewhat more measured. "Our chlidren are not going to die, nor are they going to hell," I said calmly.
And I actually felt calm, too. Despite the flashed-up feeling I had about being told my kids may go to the fiery hot spot in the south, I felt calm and resolute. His reaction only served to reinforce my stance. I may have been through therapy to stop seeing my life so black and white, but it didn't mean grey applies to my kids yet.
"And the kids are going to be British citizens?" Adam fires off.
"Yes, of course," I reply. "They're going to be both American and British." This is also non-negotiable for us. The children will have the citizenship of both parents. Melissa and Jeff are both English and Swedish citizens and our two kids will be American and English. Angus and I have already discussed this and we feel it's very important.
"So are you going to move with them to America?" Adam asks.
I had prepared myself for that one.
"No, we don't see moving back to America at any point in the future," I reply.
He nods, still assessing me. I know I'm under scrutiny as he's sure that his Jane - who is about the nicest, gentlest person I know - is scheming to move back with their two kids to the Phillipines. I think it's more likely she gets her ass engraved with the words "I like big butts" than witness her moving back to the Phillipines, but hey - it's his suspicion. I am not happy with the idea that someone might view me as a walking Sperm Donor Detector - I am not with Angus purely for his semen morphology which, while impressive, is not what drew me to him. Angus has not outlived his "usefulness". Yes, we may be knocked up, but I'm with him for the very long haul, a family is just another step in this.
I'm a bit angry with Adam, but this is just the way he is. I actually really like him most of the time, he's good company and (usually) a very nice chap. He's just very black and white about issues in life. Traditional triumphs over modern every time. He makes outrageous comments he later has to back down over, and we've seen him have to do it time and time again. I know he doesn't dislike me, but as a divorcee younger foreign woman who has successfully "seduced" his older brother, I suppose I am held with some element of conscious study. Is she ok, or any minute now will her Black Widow tendancies come out?
"We're not planning on moving to America," I reiterate. "But we'd love to move to Australia or New Zealand someday, so that's always a possibility!" It's true, we would very much like to move there, only we have decided we shouldn't while Angus' two kids are still in school and can fly to see him monthly.
This was also not very popular.
Sister-in-law Jane looked relieved I'd taken the heat off. She'd confessed to me under a vow of secrecy that she and her husband (Angus' youngest brother) are thinking of moving their family to Malaysia or Singapore in the near future. I was glad to be of assistance.
It didn't really upset me too much. I'd been sinking my battleships all day anyway.
-H.
*Teresa and Ms. Pants excepted, of course.
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My take on kids before marriage is that kids are way harder than marriage so if you can make it through the kids then the marriage was meant to be!
I am like you in the sense that I am a bit jaded by marriage and don't see it as a necessity.
Posted by: impossiblejane at May 11, 2007 10:06 AM (eihy3)
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Jane is right. Kids are way harder than marriage. Having a baby is a stupid reason to get married. Stick to your guns.
"Bastard" is an outdated term with no real meaning,
(Of course, now the babies no longer the Lemonheads in MY head. They're the "Little Bastards". *lol*) However, you will someday find yourself exasperated enough to actually USE the word yourself. Kids are like that. ;-)
Posted by: ~Easy at May 11, 2007 11:34 AM (vL8BC)
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um, the Catholic Church stance has changed.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18296718/site/newsweek/
i agree about people touching pregnant women's bellies...it's totally invasive. However, on the flip side, i have also experienced once rational female acquaintances or colleagues grabbing MY hand and placing it on their belly for a number of reasons...
Uh, thanks, but no thanks.
Posted by: ROSY at May 11, 2007 11:48 AM (HJuyv)
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Rosy-thanks for that link. I'd thought I heard BBC report the same, but a Google search didn't reward me with an answer!
Far be it from me to say Newsweek is wrong, but I do remember being taught that limbo was a "milder, gentler version of hell".
Posted by: Helen at May 11, 2007 12:03 PM (CCyzl)
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I think the tendency toward belly touching has changed. I'm 9 months at this point and no one has even attempted to touch my belly without my invitation first.
I agree with you on marriage, do it your time and your way. I would hate to spend thousands on a honeymoon where I'm limited to not drinking or doing anything remotely fun.
As for your future brother in law, I'd have the same gut instinct response. Sadly, I tend to say what I'm thinking quite a bit too. I applaud you on keeping your cool. You're a better woman then me.
Posted by: Minawolf at May 11, 2007 12:09 PM (svbR5)
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Belly touching? That's a law-suit waiting to happen
Here's one of the most important pieces of ADvice (not a--vice) I think parents need to get. It's such common sense and yet one of the hardest things to do.
Present a united front (even when you're not in agreement). This seems so simple, but at some point one of you is going to have a "rule" or "rules" that the other one utterly disagrees with. One doesn't want the kids jumping on the couch and the other thinks it's perfectly fine. One doesn't want food in the living room, the other is fine with it. One doesn't want the 5 year old on the roof, the other thought it was fun....but I digress.
Once I asked my two angels if they wanted to do something (I can't remember what). They said, "Mom doesn't let us to do that." Thinking it was a completely stupid rule, I unwisely said, "Mom isn't here." So the next time they wanted to do it, mom said no, and they replied, "Dad lets us do it." Don't you know there were heated "discussions" that night. And the next time they wanted to do something "forbidden" when she wasn't there, I said your mom doesn't want you doing that, and they said (you guessed it) "Mom isn't here." Kids instinctively know how to play one parent against another to get what they want.
You don't have to agree on everything, and it's probably even good if your kids know you don't agree on everything; but it's paramount to present a united front. Otherwise the parent that doesn't like the rule is acting like a big, rebellious sibling rather than a parent. He/she is making the other parent look bad in the eyes of the children and allowing the children to do what's forbidden. Plus it can cause children to develop a "favorite".
Sorry it was so long.
Posted by: Solomon at May 11, 2007 12:45 PM (al5Ou)
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I also gave off the "touch me and die" vibe when I was pregnant - and so never had the problem of anyone touching my belly!
I admire your ability to stand your ground on things that are important to you. I caved and had my daughter baptised, and took her to church for a long time. I felt really strongly that I wanted her to make her own choice, but my family drove me insane for awhile. Thankfully, despite the church and baptism and all that, my daughter (now 13) has chosen to follow my faith path, which is more ecclectic wiccan.
Posted by: Tracy at May 11, 2007 01:10 PM (zv3bS)
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I can't touch your belly? WHAT?
But I just randomly touch peoples bellys, pregnant or not, because you know, it's so normal.
I'm joking, I think it's a bit of an invasion of personal space, and wouldn't appreciate it myself.
So how about I just send the lemonheads (and you) hugs from the internet?
Posted by: Ange at May 11, 2007 01:35 PM (DGWM7)
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Damn it I hate when people call me "Ange". Friggen'a. It (computer) usually pulls my full name when I start typing... damn it.
Posted by: Angela at May 11, 2007 01:36 PM (DGWM7)
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My MIL has been pushing us for some time (two years) to baptise our two-year-old. For a long time we said "we'll see". The last time she brought it up, my husband told her outright "no", and the expression on her face was priceless.
I agree that you and A are doing the right thing. You have conviction in your beliefs, both (non-)religious and otherwise, and are thinking about the welfare and longevity of your family. I applaud you for standing up to those beliefs in spite of the nasty looks from the rest of the family.
Posted by: Tinker at May 11, 2007 02:10 PM (HGoEM)
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Good for you for keeping things civil with the butthead and for avoiding implosion afterwards. I would've been thinking stabbity thoughts at him.
Posted by: lynD at May 11, 2007 02:49 PM (2F9Ak)
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No one touched my belly, and no one really asked either. I think one or two times I said, "Here feel it." Times must be changing.
Posted by: Judi at May 11, 2007 03:07 PM (wREjb)
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Our children aren't baptised, if someone said something similar to me I'd say "Well my children do need to be with their mother don't they!" OK poor attempt at humor.
Posted by: Judi at May 11, 2007 03:08 PM (wREjb)
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"Stabbity" is going to be my new word of the week. I love it.
Posted by: Helen at May 11, 2007 03:34 PM (CCyzl)
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It just balls me when people get in other people's faces about getting married. We got married at a "traditional time" (right after college), but ONLY because it made more financial sense. Otherwise, we didn't care. We were together, that's what counted for us.
Get married when it makes sense for you. Whether that's a traditional white-dress ceremony when the Lemonheads are old enough to toddle down the aisle with Melissa and Jeff (how precious would that be?), or between pushes in the labor and delivery ward (a la Rene Russo in Lethal Weapon 4). You didn't let anyone tell you when to get knocked up, so why should they say anything about the wedding?
It's almost ironic that some idiot from the internet has more confidence in your commitment, and what that means for raising your kiddoes than the family does.....
One piece of a$$vice, FWIW. From my perspective as a developmental neuroscientist, I agree with your dad. Protein, and especially meat protein is very very very important for brain development. Not like kittens, who MUST have meat, but the less protein that the bebes have to convert, the better it is for them. I know you and your doctors are making sure that you are keeping up with the protein now, but just something to consider for their (independent eating) future. By the time they are old enough to choose for themselves, their brains won't need the extra protein anymore.
Hugs and hugs and hugs! And teeny weeny hugs for the lemonheads.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 11, 2007 03:46 PM (r0kgl)
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a traditional white-dress ceremony
I'd go that route, but after 2 divorces and 2 kids, I'm pretty sure the dress would catch on fire
Posted by: Helen at May 11, 2007 03:58 PM (CCyzl)
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Hey! Yet another perk of being pregnant again at 40 -- no one (except one very strange woman at the local Albertsons) DARED touch me.
It's really not an issue of pregnancy. I have a bubble. RESPECT MY BUBBLE. That's all I'm asking.
I'm glad to see that things are moving right along with ye.
I do have a personal story to impart -- I was not married to my first child's father when I fell pregnant with him. Hey. It was the late 80's and we were young. And drunk. Anyway.
You might want to prepare yourself for the hormonal thing. Because for me? I went to tour the hospital at five months pregnant and after that, I insisted that we marry before I delivered HIS CHILD.
I was a freakin' hormonal wreck with that first kid.
Your mileage may vary.
Posted by: Margi at May 11, 2007 04:22 PM (eO7hI)
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Helen,
That picture of you today is wonderful and it gives me such hope. I had a breast reduction in January 2007 and I am so worried about my red scars. Yours look wonderful and now I feel so much better about myself. That surgrey was the best thing I ever did, thank you for posting that pic. Without even knowing it you made my day from so very far away.
Monica
Posted by: Monica at May 11, 2007 04:30 PM (GHyUE)
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I'm so glad that no one said anything to me about a christening. I'd have pretty much said fuck you out loud, but I'm really crass like that. Also, you can always wear a shirt that says you have a contagious rash.
There were very few people that touched me. And it was with permission. I give off that same air. It's called eau de fart.
Posted by: statia at May 11, 2007 04:31 PM (KcrOI)
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I knew I liked you. We didn't have our (4) children baptized and had lots and lots of family members letting us know that our children would probably be going to hell. I, like you, feel it is a personal decision to be made by said children when they're old enough to have feelings about it. As far as them going to hell or limbo or whatever because of something WE, their parents, did... that's just silly. I mean, Hubs and I have had this discussion lots of times. We believe in a higher power, but to say that all the little children in Africa or whereever are going to hell just because some missionary didn't "save" them... oh, c'mon... let's be real.
Sorry. Hit a sore note there. Also, I'd like to put it on the record that no one even attempted to touch my belly with any of the kids. Except Hubs... and I made him.
The marriage thing? Whatever you decide with be the "right" thing. Everyone is different. In case some people weren't paying attention, it is YOUR life. Duh.
Posted by: sue at May 11, 2007 04:48 PM (WbfZD)
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Oh you know I would never touch that belly without asking first, and would expect to be bitch slapped if I didn't. ;-)
I am proud of you for standing your ground. Being good parents is what is important-a piece of paper that says you legally share a last name with someone does not a good parent make. Of course, I am not baptized, nor are my kids. I don't believe in any of that rubbish. Live a good life, treat others as you want to be treated, and have some type of moral standing-that is what I believe. It is the Church of Teresa you could say.
My mom and her siblings were never baptized. Eight years ago as my 42 yr. old aunt lay in a hospital bed, about to be disconnected from her life support (she was legally brain dead after suffering a stroke), my distraught grandma had her baptized. Afterwards, the priest looked at my grandma and said 'this is no guarantee that she will still not go to hell'. I could not fucking believe it. Way to pour salt into an already raw wound.
Posted by: Teresa at May 11, 2007 04:51 PM (rINp1)
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It's interesting to see how people use their relegious ideals as weapons to manipulate others into doing things a certain way...and usually it's all served up with a big dose of guilt. That's of course if you buy into their ideas of what is right and wrong. This is the very thing that starts wars.
Now, we all come away with your BIL Adam trying to be helpful and having good intentions, but if I were you in that situation I would have had to slap the stupid right out of him....seriously.
Posted by: Heidi at May 11, 2007 05:39 PM (Wkgvd)
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they will be missing out on their rights!
Huh?
And the baptizing thing; I don't get it. So all the children ever born who were not baptized all went to hell?
That doesn't sound like a very sensible plan to me since there have been billions of people who were born and died without having ever HEARD of baptism or even Jesus.
But I guess they don't count. ;-P
Honestly, WHY do so many religions make God into such a total ASSHOLE? "Here, you only get to heaven if you're baptized. What's that? You've never heard of it? Hey, SUCKS TO BE YOU!"
Sounds like you handled yourself wonderfully. I'm sure I would have gotten into a screamer; I don't handle that kind of thing very well.
Good for you.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 11, 2007 05:43 PM (zQE5D)
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Helen,
If you WERE a Care Bear - what would your Care Bear name be? Love that and will have to use it in the future no doubt!!
Posted by: Sarnie at May 11, 2007 05:57 PM (58uel)
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No salt on the rim of my margarita, please. I can sympathize with you here - I'm engaged to a lapsed Catholic, who pretends he's a devout Catholic for his family. I'm agnostic as well, and spend a lot of my time wondering what I've gotten myself into with these people. Anyway, great job standing up for yourself and your children! You're a fierce mama lioness already!!
Posted by: Heather at May 11, 2007 06:51 PM (s0rhn)
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I often forget that you and Ang haven't officially married yet. I always think of you as a unit anyway. If people took a clue from your relationship and put half as much work into their relationships as you and he do, the divorce rate across the world would plummet. (That word looks wrong. Whatever.)
Regarding your belleh, know this: while I might note-zerbert you all the hell over the place, I will always *ask* before I really zerbert your belleh or molest your baby casing. However, if I'm just wrasslin' with you and it's not about babies, I reserve the right to zerbert you at any given moment.
Posted by: Ms. Pants at May 11, 2007 08:17 PM (+p4Zf)
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I have an Aunt and Uncle who never married and have 2 beautiful young adult children. I have always pointed to their relationship as one of the most stable I have ever known. Their parenting is beautiful to watch, the respect they have for one another is a joy to watch.
You are a strong and wonderful woman, and you should make every decision based on what is best for you and Angus. This doesn't mean that you will always make the perfect choice, but you will learn from those choices as well.
I am amazed at how calmly and appropriately you were able to deal with the questions you faced.
I am a lapsed Catholic, agnostic I suppose is the best definition. And things like what Theresa described are why I left the Catholic church. How dare anyone be so certain that what *they* believe is the only truth.
Having just gotten married (on my schedule age 41)and had a fairly small ceremony--I agree with your thoughts that the stress is nor reasonable at this point. You just continue to love Angus and those Lemonheads.
(I guess your post touched some nerves for me as well--sorry to blather so long.)
Posted by: sophie at May 12, 2007 04:44 PM (1HOa8)
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On a purely legal point the kids automatically pick up the citizenship of both parents by operation of law - it's just a matter of whether you/they get around to registering it right away.
Another thing that evokes shock horror in people like your Mr Adam is that kids born overseas to American parents are "natural born" and can probably even run for US President (once they're 35 yo old ;-) Note the Constitution says 'natural born' not 'native born'.
P.S. good for you for not letting religious nutters (or anyone) push you around!
Posted by: Steve P at May 13, 2007 02:31 AM (pcmJs)
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Ah, don't we all love hypocrites who are more concern about whether other ppl's children going to hell than their own sins ?
Posted by: Lisa Y at May 14, 2007 02:30 AM (Y9uqm)
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Can I suggest a full packet of those no soak ready to eat apricots. If you eat all of them you might have a catastrophic result in about 20 minutes (you don't need to ask how I know this, I only did it once) If it works at all you can then adjust the dosage to suit. Alternatively you could stuff them up every available orifice of the potential in law (except from the sound of it you'd need more than one bag).
We didn't christen our son, when he's of an age he can make his own promises if it suits him to. My mother astounded me by coming out with all this claptrap about being received into the family of the church. So unexpected. I asked her when she'd last been over the church step except for births, deaths and marriages and that ended the conversation.
Like everything else in kiddyworld, it's your choice and no one else's business. If it helps at all I understand that regular church attendance here runs at less than 10% of the population so Mr Average is actually not average at all.
Posted by: Caroline M at May 14, 2007 08:39 AM (x3QDi)
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May 10, 2007
A Different Kind of Project Plan
Maybe it's best to have a once a week update on the Lemonheads, or else people will think I'm baby crazy (which I'm not, but I admit being knocked up does factor in my mind somewhat).
So far, everything here is fine. I've hit week 15 now, and this is where the parties get started.
Being pregnant is not unlike being a project manager-there are a lot of project targets that you have to hit and a whole lot of milestones that are coming up. When you're doing IVF, you're maybe a little more aware of the milestones:
Project Milestone 1 - Start fertility drugs
Project Milestone 2 - Egg retrieval of the crappy amount of eggs I produced
Project Milestone 3 - Put the little suckers back in there, once they partied with some Angus sperm
Project Milestone 4 - Pregnancy test
Project Milestone 5 - first ultrasound check for heartbeat
Project Milestone 6 - second ultrasound check-heart still beating?
Project Milestone 7 - Hand off to OB-GYN
Project Milestone 8 - First trimester ends
Project Milestone 9 - Nuchal scan and the resulting fear
Project Milestone 10 - Hang out and be glad the puking is over
Project Milestone 11 - Scan at 20 weeks to check growth
and then lots of little milestones after Milestone 11 to ensure they're still growing, they're not re-enacting "North and South" in there, and that they're ok, before you hit the project completion stage:
Project Completion - Birth the little suckers
But throughout the whole project are mitigations involving the risk register. There are always risks, right? Every project has risks. This project has all kinds of risks-we had a risk of miscarriage (and, with "high-risk twins", as my doctors call my pregnancy, we still do). We had a subchorionic hemotoma baking away in my uterus, which caused bleeding and had a risk of miscarriage (it's gone now). We had a risk of Down's syndrome (and I guess technically we still do, as we only tested one of the twins but the other twin has a 1:898 chance of having Down's, and I'll take those odds.) We have a risk of anemia. We have a risk of pre-eclampsia. We have a risk of pre-term labor.
Risks, risks, risks.
It's hard to relax-when you have people screeching at you that your babies are high risk, it sort of registers with you. At the same time, our Lemonheads have proven time and time again that they are absolutely superheroes who haven't given us a reason to not believe in them. So believe I will.
I don't think any of this makes me unique. I get the feeling that unless you're one of the trainwrecky Duggars, for whom giving birth is as normal as getting your teeth cleaned, that all pregnancies come with a degree of concern. Maybe that's the shape of the game, and once they're born the concerns continue-Will SIDS pop its horrible head up? Will they have learning problems? Will they sleep through the night soon? Will they be potty trained by the time they get to high school? Will they really want to tattoo the back of their head?
Maybe that's a part of having kids.
What's harder for me to get used to is the fact that my body, it's not mine anymore. The other morning I woke up and lazily stretched. My stomach - which has become an extremely hard mound - surged and moved, and then settled again. I stared at it and wondered if Sigourney Weaver was going to pop out of it. I have no idea what happened, but it was as though I was inhabited by something else, which I suppose in truth that's what's going on.
Pregnancy for me has become ticking off each milestone. I have also had to change request a number of project tasks into my Lemonhead project plan-as the doctor put me on iron tablets and a pregnant woman already has digestive problems, I didn't know I'd spend my day praying to the god of Fig Newtons if he'd just let me poop that day. That's become a daily task. Another daily task is checking for signs of life in there, because although singleton pregnancies don't feel babies moving until about 17-18 weeks, twins make themselves known earlier, and one of the Lemonheads is situated just under the skin of my stomach, so that Lemonhead really should be any day now.
I never expected to actually get pregnant, and as time goes on I'm more and more surprised that I'm staying pregnant. It's as though I actually stand a chance of having the Lemonheads now. It's getting to a strange time - I'm 15 weeks pregnant today. As of next week's 16 weeks pregnant, if the babies decide it's time to come out it won't be considered a miscarriage, but instead it would be a stillbirth. Unlike my previous miscarriage which had me emitting blood clots the size of my palm while I sat vacantly on the couch watching Scrubs, from here on if something went wrong I'd be going into labor.
But nothing will go wrong, right?
We still sometimes struggle with the enormity of it all. Angus is unhappy today as we toured the nursery we've been thinking of. The cost alone is depressing, but add in to the fact that the twins won't be attending nursery until at least next March but there's already a waiting list which basically screams "you can't get in until May", and the depression deepens. A year's waiting list for two babies that aren't even born yet. I was delighted by the nursery, actually-happy bouncy kids and a host of toys designed to stimulate and educate, loads of bright colors and projects that the kids do themselves-filled the place. But it's weird to fill out a waiting list form for something that's only just the size of your fist.
Yesterday I was sitting on the couch with a screaming migraine (yet another fun side effect of being pregnant. When I told my consultant about the migraines, he told me to take Tylenol and drink water. If HE had these kind of headaches, I can tell you he wouldn't be taking Tylenol and water himself.) I was in pretty bad shape yesterday-I passed clean out for most of the afternoon and went to bed early in hopes of getting rid of the screaming agony. But as I sat there in the afternoon, trying to write a technical spec outside of my screaming headache, I had a funny sensation inside. It was like a few bubbles moving just below the surface of my stomach, a strange feeling of a smooth bump, like there was something turning just below my navel.
I put a hand to my stomach.
Another milestone.
"Hello there," I said. "I'm your mommy."
And as each day passes, they become more real.
-H.
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I don't mind the updates, in fact I keep checking for picture updates of the lemonheads spaceship. By the way, you are finally showing and it makes me excited for you!! Yay!!
I havne't ever had kids, so I don't know first hand- but I think every pregnancy is marked by the various milestones, especially the "high risk" ones. The best part is that you ARE reaching those milestones after having tried so hard :-) Tell the Leomnheads I said "Hello" next time their awake and kicking!
Posted by: Angela at May 10, 2007 11:35 AM (DGWM7)
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I totally hear you about waiting lists for nurseries. I had a similar issue when trying to decide where I'd use.
My first 3 appts after being told I was high risk, I would basically sit in the car afterwards and cry. I was so nervous and worried all the time. Thankfully, now my crying is limited to sappy movies about "how to give your newborn a bath"...
Posted by: Minawolf at May 10, 2007 12:19 PM (75szC)
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The Lemonheads could not be any luckier than to have two loving anxious people awaiting their safe arrival. The little flutter is something you will never ever forget, among many other things!
Rest up and enjoy this experience!
Posted by: Steff at May 10, 2007 12:22 PM (fIFtd)
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Isn't that just the coolest thing ever? Just that little "blip blip blip"? I didn't get it, or why pregnant women smiled so much and touched their stomach's when it was happening until I was pregnant also. Now that my kids are out I miss that connection.
Posted by: Teri at May 10, 2007 12:28 PM (K7jOL)
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The risks you're thinking of now become multiplied exponentially after they're born. As you've already noticed, evry decision you make from here on will be run through the parent filter. Not only is your body not your own any more, your life is not your own either.
Being a parent is scary and wonderful. You'll be great!!
Posted by: ~Easy at May 10, 2007 12:50 PM (IVGWz)
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And then at week 37'ish you will waddle into the kitchen and announce "I'm done - let's get 'em out" and Angus will eye you suspiciously and tell you thay you're on their time frame - - -
This so called time frame that kids live in stinks.
Don't sweat the nursery - they all have waiting lists and somehow magically when the time comes it's your turn. There are too many variables working for them to say they won't have an opening until May.
Posted by: cursingmama at May 10, 2007 12:56 PM (PoQfr)
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The only part of pregnancy I liked - the moving of the babies.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at May 10, 2007 01:51 PM (u973k)
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Have you evaluated the cost of having a nanny instead of going to daycare? Just wondering if they're comparable.
Posted by: Tracy at May 10, 2007 03:09 PM (zv3bS)
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~Easy said it well. From here on out, nothing is the same. Forever.
Oh, and we can all drive ourselves crazy with worrying about risks. Hubs always says as accident prone as I am I should just be wrapped in bubble-wrap, sealed inside of a ziploc bag and labeled "handle with care", "fragile". Well, geez. What kind of life would THAT be? Just keep the good thoughts... the lemonheads are gonna be juuuust fine.Before you know it they'll be here and you'll be fondly remembering those tummy twinges when you could still kinda sleep.
Posted by: sue at May 10, 2007 03:26 PM (WbfZD)
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Sorry to hear about the wait list, but from what I understand, they are ALL the rage for parents of young children.... Waitlist for day care, wait list for playgroup, waitlist for preschool, and MOST iportantly waitlist for private school, which some people join as soon as their baby has a name.....
Try a cool, damp washcloth on the neck or forehead for the migraines, that usually helps me, as I can't take headache pills either with my other meds.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 10, 2007 03:32 PM (r0kgl)
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Just think of how they'll twist and turn and dance in there with the zerberting!! (Perhaps you should teach Ang how to do it if he doesn't already know--was the Cosby Show big in the UK back in the day?--so that he can do real zerberts whenever I note my flickr ones?)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at May 10, 2007 03:53 PM (+p4Zf)
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I loved feeling them moving inside me; I wish I could feel that again, even for a little bit!
And this...
Maybe that's a part of having kids.
Yeah, that pretty much is.
I still worry about my "kids" and they are in their 20's, now.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 10, 2007 04:52 PM (zQE5D)
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The worry never ends...it just changes into different things. As I'm starting to see that now. My daughter is turning 14 next month and I worry about boys, sex, myspace, AIM and just plain ol' being alone by herself at the mall.
All those things I trust her with and educated her about(although she will NEVER have a myspace). But it still scares the living crap out of me.
I remember coming home pregnant with her and wanting to play...poking my stomach to make her move. When she was born I missed it so much. Even though she was right next to me. Its a feeling no one can describe unless you've been there.
Posted by: Tiffani at May 10, 2007 04:57 PM (QNSMg)
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When everyone was telling you how it felt, I didn't jump in. . .becuase it's different for everyone. But I always thought "quickening" was the exact right terminology.
I can tell you that one of my favorite lines from the movie "Parenthood," is this: (Frank is describing to his eldest son about how the worry and pain of parenthood is not for him)
"And it's not like it ends when you are 21 or 41 or 61. IT. NEVER. ENDS. Like your Aunt Edna's ass, it goes on forever."
(I'm quoting from memory, so I might be a tad off.)
I should also mention that I feel in my heart that you and your beloved are MORE than up for the task at hand. You wonder how you're going to do it. How? You just do. *shrug* And you'll be just as offhand about it after the fact. You'll just do it! And it will be exhausting and fraught with worry...but it will be so much love your heart will run over the brim. I promise.
If anyone in this whole world can do it, I know it is you.
Posted by: Margi at May 10, 2007 05:17 PM (eO7hI)
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Oh and BTW, I got to the point that if ONE. MORE. PERSON said my pregnancy was high risk due to "advanced maternal age" I was going to start poking eyes out with sporks. It sorta goes along with the "everyone's got an opinion" thing.
Posted by: Margi at May 10, 2007 05:21 PM (eO7hI)
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lol... I love that you referenced the Duggar family! They crack me up. 16 (or is it 17 now?) kids... all have names starting with "J"- and they love TATOR TOT CASSEROLE! Yuck!
Posted by: Andria at May 10, 2007 07:17 PM (cTKvQ)
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::soft quiet hugs:::
You go girl!
Posted by: LarryConley at May 10, 2007 07:43 PM (ZhyJq)
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I think drinking orange juice with the iron helps your body absorb the iron better and decreases the constipation.
You are weathering all the milestones beautifully, as are those super hero Lemonheads.
I do love the joy I hear as I read your words.
Posted by: sophiesophie at May 11, 2007 04:16 AM (1HOa8)
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i had migraines with my last pregnancy, it's a special kind of evil. i hope they ease off for you as you get further along.
Posted by: jade at May 11, 2007 09:43 AM (JciQi)
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I myself was a very high risk delivery. It was such that my mother had to spend the last trimester confined to her bed. When it came time for the delivery, every day longer that she held out meant 3 less days in the hospital. I think we came home a week after I was born.
Most days, I'm very cognizant of the fact that the odds were stacked high against either of us surviving birth. I think about how unlikely it was that I'd be a normal, functional child, or that I'd avoid many of the problems that plague deaf/HOH children.
Last week, I graduated from cum laude from UF and I realize how lucky I am. I wish you and your beautiful Lemonheads the same luck.
Posted by: Robert at May 11, 2007 07:37 PM (A5s0y)
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May 09, 2007
Where I Am the Target Audience
Growing up, I worshipped the TV.
I still do.
I have absolutely zero shame about the big plasma TV hanging in the living room (and the other one hanging in the kitchen). I have zero shame about our Sky Plus box (the UK equivalent of satellite + Tivo). I have zero shame about the DVDs and DVD recorder we have. I love TV. I always have, I always will, and while I absolutely love me a good book too (and read a few a week), my heart will always belong to the boob tube (I'm not cheating on you with my books, TV, I swear it!).
It never bothered me that I might wind up like Bill Murray's character on Scrooged, whereby I remember my childhood as being actual clips from TV shows I watched.
(Frank-I remember a girl, and a field with flowers, and she tripped and fell!
Ghost of Christmas Past-You idiot! You IDIOT! That was Little House on the Prarie!)
TV simply was part of my childhood, just as it's part of my adulthood. It's probably safe to say that I watch a bit too much TV. When I'm working from home these days I'm propped up on the couch with the TV on as background noise, and my entire first trimester was spent napping on the couch with Charmed playing in the background (I don't know what it is about Charmed that's so soporific, I just know that having it on guaranteed I'd get the snooze out). I do recognize that I'm contributing to the smoldering hole in the ozone by having the TV on while I work, but I can't express how much comfort a TV brings me. It's the sanity in my insane world. TV - and macaroni and cheese - are one of the only constants I have ever known in my life.
Films were also a massive part of my life, and sadly I don't see as many films as I used to anymore. A weekend TBS 80's trip is just what the doctor ordered for most ailments. To this day I can clock an actor on a film and tell you what other films or tv shows they've done. My stepkids think that I have some kind of amazing talent when I do this, the bad news is that it's a terribly unmarketable skill that will get me nowhere fast, but I can tell you that the chap who played a bit part Secret Service agent in CSI is now a star in Lost. It might save my life if I'm ever stuck playing "Trivia Pursuit-the Russian Roulette Edition", but otherwise it's pretty pointless.
But it's not just TV shows and movies that hallmark my behavior.
Lately, I've come to realize that I'm a product of advertising.
I remember that horrible film Demolition Man, where the radio stations only air ads as the main feast. Sign me up for some of that. I'm happy to sing along to how I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner (although honestly, I can't think of anything worse.)
I'm a jingle-writers dream, and I've always known that. I have a bizarre, full of holes memory that can remember some remarkable details while completely forgetting key other ones. Details I remember include songs from ads I have heard a time or two too many. I don't have to go for the product, and generally speaking, I don't. The ad just has to hit the right note with me, and if it does that, it's with me for life. It also doesn't mean I had to like the ad to remember it, which makes for some unfortunate times.
When I moved to Sweden, the first Swedish phrase I learnt was from an ICA commercial (ICA is a chain of grocery stores there). To this day I don't know why it struck a chord with me, but the first words I was able to say in Swedish translates to "Excuse me, I only have a bit of salmon here."
Very useful indeed.
Over here I also tend to parrot ads from TV. Half the time I don't even know I'm doing it, I just "wake up" and find I'm spouting off an ad. My latest trip is singing along to the Sheila's Wheels advert, which is an ad for a women's only car insurance company as acted by an Australian cast (For ladies who insure their cars! Sheila's Wheels are superstars! For bonzer car insurance deals....girls rely on Sheila's Wheels!) This makes no sense to me, because the commercial is kind of crap and I wouldn't join a woman-only car insurance company anyway. Maybe I only sing it a lot because it permeated my brain while it played during my Charmed naps, so any day now I'll start having the dress sense of Alyssa Milano, aka "they ran out of fabric so I just threw some feathers on it. Now look at my navel."
But my memory is really consumed by commercials I saw when I was a kid. I repeat a load of them, all the time, only the problem is they're slightly out of context here.
Examples:
I woke up at 6:00 the other day as we had an early start. I shrug on my T-shit, incredibly bleary eyed, and whimpered "Time to make the donuts."
Angus shook his head. "What? Are you still asleep?"
I replied, "No. Winchell's donuts. It's time to make the donuts."
He didn't get it of course-not only don't they have Winchell's Donuts here (I suspect, in fact, the whole chain is gone) but that was a commercial from my childhood.
Childhood TV commercials get rolled out all the time. I like watching 80's movieswith the idea that I might be able to play "spot the product". In Close Encounters of the Third Kind, while Richie Dreyfuss is going mad making a fake clay mountain in his living room, there's the beer commercial I used to know and love playing in the background of his alien-induced madness ("When you say Bud you have it all, when you say Bud you have it all! La da da da da da da da da dada!"). It doesn't beat the motorcycle Rainier Beer commercial, but I have a feeling that was a regional commercial and maybe not shown all over the country. Similarly, I watched the commercials in E.T. and other films from my childhood.
I trot out the ads whenever possible. When Angus asked me how I got a stain out of a shirt, I winked and said, "Ancient Chinese secret!" I love to say "Silly Rabbit-Trix are for kids!" in situations varying from telling the dog what to do to business meetings. And of course, whenever someone tries a new food and enjoys it, they get the "Hey Mikey! He likes it!" routine from me. And fucking everything is The Other White Meat.
Not that those commercials mean anything over here.
Add music to it and I'm really fucked. O Solo Mio is now forever a Cornetto commercial (it's a type of ice cream here). It's a beautiful song but every time I hear it, I start singing "Give me Cornetto! Give it to me!" My bologna DOES have a first name, thank you very much, and it' O-S-C-A-R. I don't eat two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun, but I can tell you all about it. I would also like to have a french fry, for now, little baby sister of mine (although in hindsight I should've kept the carbohydrate to myself, thanks very much). Schoolhouse Rocks owns my soul, and the two ones I sing the most are the least well known ones-"Hanker for a Hunk of Cheese" (when my get up and go has got up and went, I hanker for a hunk of cheese) and the one about "Don't Drown Your Food" (in ketchup or mayo or goo! Yuck! It's no fun to eat what you can't even see, so don't drown your food!").
But the worst offender that's stuck in my head was the Milk campaign from the 80's. I can't find any trace of it on the web so perhaps I'm losing my mind, but I swear I remember it. Word for word. It was set to some marching song (Sousa, I assumed, although I don't know enough about the guy to know if that's the case or not.) It was a marching band, and there were lyrics:
You don't have to be a football star!
Whoever you are!
Show your stuff and Drink Milk!
I still sing that one to this day.
Sometimes I wish I could clear my head of all the slogans ("You soak in it!" "Let me try! Mom! Let me try!" "They're magically delicious!" and the giggle you elicit when you poke a plasticine dough boy in the stomach) to make more room for real life things, practical things that play a role in life.
But then I think-Fuckit. Ads, TV, and film make me who I am today. I survived this long, surely it's not all bad.
Then I feel thirsty for a glass of milk and a marching song, and I go with it.
-H.
PS-you do not "provides beauty and excitement to (most of) our otherwise mundane lives." You are the single biggest waste of space I've ever seen in my life, ever, and I've seen some big wasters. Your conceit alone is a reason to throw you in jail, let alone breaking real laws. You broke the law, you should pay the price for breaking the law, and if Arnie pardons you then I shrug my shoulders in defeat of the U.S. judicial system forever. You should go to jail, you deserve to go to jail, and I hope you drop the soap a lot while you're there, too.
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Wait, I thought "time to make the donuts" was for dunkin' donuts. They were playing that add right up till that spokesguy retired in 1997. They had a parade for him in Boston and gave away free coffee and everything.
Posted by: Some Girl at May 09, 2007 08:15 AM (vec0T)
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I'm the same - a slogan for all occasions.
"Cap, Shirt, Bata-Bullets" My mantra before I head out the door. (i.e. wallet, phone, keys.)
"Only the Green One's Bugsy" - A Smarties/M&M's ad.
"Balls... Inspector?" Cheese Balls. Don't ask.
"Worth a Crack Nigel" NO IDEA.
They're All New Zealand slogans... guess they were the formative years.
Posted by: deeleea at May 09, 2007 08:15 AM (IphB3)
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Deelea-Proof that I'm not alone in my quest for a slogan for all occasions.
Somegirl-you're absolutely right. I got the wrong donut maker. Proof that while the ad sticks, it may be assigned the wrong company in my mind.
Now I want a donut.
Posted by: Helen at May 09, 2007 08:28 AM (CCyzl)
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At the bottom of the page of the link you posted, there's a vote - do you think she should go to jail? I'm very pleased to see that 91% think she should. I at least have my fingers crossed, that's exactly what jail is for.
Drop the soap? Maybe I don't want to know what that means...
Posted by: Hannah at May 09, 2007 08:49 AM (5w+E2)
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Everybody laughs - I'm the only one who knows the KitKat commercial here in NL. Let alone ABC's "After these messages, we'll be right back! [bark!]" We only got one channel, though.
Posted by: Hannah at May 09, 2007 08:50 AM (5w+E2)
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Now I want a donut, too.
A real, old fashioned donut.
Posted by: Hannah at May 09, 2007 08:51 AM (5w+E2)
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'It's 10 o'clock - do you know where your children are?'
We used to get that one in the 80's from the American stations.
As Irish kids living in Canada the Irish Spring 'And weee like it tooo' used to make us cringe though.
Posted by: Elisa at May 09, 2007 09:15 AM (6/XCd)
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Nothing worse than having a commercial jingle stuck in your head on a never-ending feedback loop. Jingle writers are evil creatures. I just wish they hadn't started plundering the Beatles for advertisements, as I still remember the shock and horror of hearing "Revolution" on a commercial for shoes in the late '80's. Just goes to show nothing's sacred.
Posted by: maolcolm at May 09, 2007 09:19 AM (ds+Dq)
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Fucking hilarious!!!
Obscure childhood jingle that runs through my mind:
"you let your kids use new towels round the pool?
Those towels new? Not a chance!"
Posted by: SuperSarah at May 09, 2007 10:25 AM (48sRf)
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I thought sure there'd be a "Where's the beef?" reference in there...
Some Girl beat me to the punch, but I thought that maybe Winchell's was a regional name for Dunkin' Donuts.
Since I live here in the heartland of AB, the Budweiser song is a part of the fabric of my life. In fact, they still play it at Cardinal baseball games. My wife's grandfather worked at the brewery and the grandchildren got extra sweets and change when they sang the song. It's pretty scary that the song is no longer a part of their advertising, yet both of MY kids know all of the words...
Posted by: ~Easy at May 09, 2007 11:38 AM (vL8BC)
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Damn it. I've spent twenty years living in the US and after much effort "O Sole Mio" had become just "O Sole Mio" again, until now! Help me get that Cornetto song out of my head. I can't believe they're still using that song in their campaign (by the way it used to be "JUST ONE Cornetto p give it to me" - did they change the words??).
Posted by: John at May 09, 2007 12:40 PM (OLwCz)
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I think I'm the only person who remember "Bonkers! Bonks you out!" with the giant pieces of fruit that would fall on a person who had just popped the candy into their mouth.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at May 09, 2007 12:47 PM (+MvHD)
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Go to jail? Of course she should. as you noted she is worthless; unless you count her boyfriend video- she displayed her talents quite adequately.
As for dropping the soap. My suspecion is she will drop the soap a lot.
Posted by: Foggy at May 09, 2007 12:53 PM (Glvp6)
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I thought the "time to make the donuts" was from Dunkin' Donuts? Nevertheless, donuts! And TV! Awesome.
Posted by: Dotty at May 09, 2007 01:09 PM (KJE2B)
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Winchells still lives - http://www.winchells.com/
as does dunkin' donuts - https://dunkindonuts.com/
They're few and far between right now - but I expect that once the resurgence in ice cream shops subsides the donut shops will move into their spaces...it is a crime that there aren't more bakeries in the states.
But - my favorite commercial of all time was for Hamm's Beer (might've been regional) with the cartoon bear and the "land of the sky blue waters" song. It'll live with me forever.
Posted by: cursingmama at May 09, 2007 01:22 PM (PoQfr)
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"And Weee Hay-elped!"
Shake & Bake
Posted by: dadddyquatro at May 09, 2007 01:35 PM (ePyvD)
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Note: The "Time to make the doughnuts" guy just died a few months ago.
Re: Dunkin' Donuts -- In Boston, they are more prevalent than Starbuckses. Seriously.
Do you know where your children are? The new CW network (merger of WB and UPN) is still asking that in ominous tones.
~Easy: every time someone uses the phrase "the fabric of our lives" I can't help but begin under-breath singing "The touch! The feel! Of cotton!"
Posted by: ms havisham at May 09, 2007 01:46 PM (QAcXg)
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I hanker for a hunk of, a slab or slice or chunk of, I hanker for a hunk of cheese!
Conjunction Junction, what's that function?
And best of all:
I'm just a bill, yes I'm only a bill and I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill...
Posted by: Michael at May 09, 2007 01:46 PM (Zfv0j)
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Omg. Yes, we still use several of those - 'It's 10 o'clock - do you know where your children are?'
- the Dunkin' Donuts one (here anyway) I still say when I get up at the butt-crack of dawn - and we constantly say, "Silly Rabbit"... and don't even have to finish the line to know what we're gonna say. Guess our family is a product of the TV generations, huh? Good post. Got me thinking.
Posted by: sue at May 09, 2007 01:47 PM (WbfZD)
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John-bad news. The commercial? Still uses the same words. (Just one Cornetto! Give it to me!)
Cursingmama-I forgot about that Hamm's commercial! Brought it all back, that one
Michael-you are so far the only other person I've met who knows the hanker for a hunk of cheese song. Fabulous.
Now I'm singing the Cotton commercial songs.
Perfect day!
Posted by: Helen at May 09, 2007 02:11 PM (CCyzl)
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Oh man... I had almost gotten "Ancient Chinese Secret" out of my tomes upon tomes of useless information within my head.
Posted by: amber at May 09, 2007 02:31 PM (HCbA1)
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ahahaha - I'm like that too. Last summer, taught the kids something new on a WA roadtrip: Raaaaaaainierrrrrrrrrr beeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr.
And of course, good morning, good muffin to you!
Posted by: loribo at May 09, 2007 02:36 PM (MY7JG)
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I thought it was "A
sliver, slice, or chunk of; I hanker for a hunk of cheese." Either way, it's still memorable. My favorite School House Rock was Interjection!! "So when you're happy, Hurray, or sad, Aw, or excited, Eek, or glad, Hey, an interjection starts the sentence right."
Thanks for the trip down memory lane. My all-time favorite commercial from the 80s is one for Stroh's beer, where a plane full of Stroh's apparently made an emergency landing. It was too heavy to take off, so they considered leaving some of the passengers. One guy suggests leaving the beer. A guy with a fake English accent says, "Leave the Stroh's?" and two military guys reply, "Negative!!" Finally they strip all the metal sheeting from the plane and take off. I can still quote that commercial from start to finish. Anyone else remember that one?
Posted by: Solomon at May 09, 2007 02:49 PM (x+GoF)
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DonÂ’t remember the cheese song, but I remember Conjunction Junction.
Before that was Multiplication Rock. To this day, when I count by threes, I sing that songÂ…
3, 6, 9Â…
12, 15 18Â…
21, 24 27 Â…
30.
Not much for lyrics but with my mental accompaniment it sounds awesome.
Posted by: dadddyquatro at May 09, 2007 02:55 PM (ePyvD)
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Solomon,
Now this is weird. Because StrohÂ’s is regional, I never saw the commercial.
But, I saw a 60 minutes or something about the making of the commercial.
I still have the mental image of those poor folks, sitting it that stripped plane, being pulled down a dusty road, singing
“From one beer lover,
To another,
Stroh’s”
over and over again until the director was satisfied.
HowÂ’s that for the persistence of a jingle. I didnÂ’t even see the damn ad and I still remember it.
Posted by: dadddyquatro at May 09, 2007 03:13 PM (ePyvD)
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I have a great cover of Blind Melon doing "Three is the Magic Number," and a recording of The Simpson's version of School House Rocks - "I'm an Ammendment To Be."
Some people laugh at me because I have some seriously old VHS recorded movies that were played on tv, but watching the commercials is priceless.
I, too, have a memory for useless ads (although since I ultimately wanted to write ads, maybe it wasn't so useless when I was younger). I can remember the whole jingle for Pocket Rockers, and am sure that's where Apple got the idea for the iPod (wear the music, feel the beat!), but these days I inadvertantly change the name to Pocket Rockets, which is just a whole different ball game. I can also remember the entire McDonald's menu song, and can even picture the guy who walked up to the counter to sing it. WHO REMEMBERS SHIT LIKE THAT?
Posted by: amy t. at May 09, 2007 03:28 PM (3dOTd)
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Oh, speaking of your amazing talent for placing actors in movies and such (get ready, you're going to kill me), if the
Lost character you are referring to is Sawyer, he played a valet in
CSI. In my defense, I just watched that one last week. I don't just know that off the top of my head. I also know that Ben Affleck was in
Buffy the Vampire Slayer the movie, and had no lines.
My amazing useless talent when it comes to movies is quotes. I can quote movies like crazy, and it drives my friends (including you once or twice) nuts.
Ok. I'm done now.
Posted by: amy t. at May 09, 2007 03:31 PM (3dOTd)
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"Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onion on sesame bun. All 15 words never get heard..."
And I do hanker for a hunk of cheese now and then as well.
I want one of these-for me and every one I know.
http://vh1.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/07/paris_tshirt.jpg
Posted by: Teresa at May 09, 2007 03:31 PM (wTSpk)
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We don't watch films as much these days either and I put the blame squarely on the TIVO's shoulders. As for Paris Hilton...I can't believe there is a "grass-roots" movement to keep her out of jail.
What's with all these stupid movements suddenly? GAH! So embarrassing. *covers face*
Posted by: The other Amber at May 09, 2007 03:32 PM (zQE5D)
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Amy-I did know about Sawyer! Nick jeopardized the whole investigation all for his valet buddy!
It's the Lost character Jin who played the secret service guy. Funny, he spoke flawless English...
And when you wrote "Pocket Rocker" I only read it as "Pocket Rocket". Twice. It's the hormones. Now I need a private moment.
Posted by: Helen at May 09, 2007 03:42 PM (CCyzl)
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Oh, and gotta say-my favorite 'School House Rock' is "The Shot Heard 'Round the World". Hey, it was the start of the revolution....
Posted by: Teresa at May 09, 2007 03:42 PM (wTSpk)
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Even if you got the wrong donut chain, I can assure you Winchell's is still alive and well. At least on the West Coast in the tiny town I grew up in two hours south of Seattle. Still there, still with the creepy man who never goes home. Some things never change.
Posted by: Julia at May 09, 2007 03:44 PM (5+omQ)
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I thought I was the only one who could still sing the "Don't Drown Your Food" song. I can still hear the goo falling on the sandwich making that blurp noise.....
And Winchells is alive and well in SoCal, too.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 09, 2007 03:55 PM (r0kgl)
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ah, yes. i was going to say we have a winchell's near the landings in san diego. great for grabbing a donut and coffee before going fishing.
i also quote ads. and movies. all. the. time.
Posted by: becky at May 09, 2007 04:33 PM (jv5jW)
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God I get ads stuck in my head all the time. The one I get the most lately is the flea treatment commercial with all the puppies. I can't help but sing it every time it comes on, and then randomly for hours after I see it. Fortuantely my husband thinks it's funny. I definitely watch too much TV, but I'm ok with that.
Posted by: Erin at May 09, 2007 04:40 PM (HQy7k)
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Once a guy showed up at work wearing a Pillsbury Dough Boy shirt. Apparently I wasn't the first person who thought to poke him in the belly, because as I started to extend my index finger, the guy eyeballed me and said, "Hee fuckin' hee."
Posted by: Julie at May 09, 2007 05:43 PM (bxErd)
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I was concerned that I don't have any commercials in my head, but then I realized I often hum the tune that goes along with pringles..."smaa-alll, small is tremendous."
The whole reason I love Tivo is the ability to fast forward through all the commercials. I've enjoyed that function.
Posted by: Some Girl at May 09, 2007 06:09 PM (vec0T)
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When I die I am going to Gilligan's Island.
With Gilligan, the Skipper too, the millionaire and his wife, the movie star, the professor and Mary Ann, there on Gilligan's Isle.
Now tell me you don't have the song in your head? LOL Sorry....but you can get all three seasons on dvd now, and holy shit, I sleep good with one of them on repeat on the tv.
Posted by: DONNA at May 09, 2007 06:31 PM (h83Du)
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That's pretty funny dadddyquatro. I wish I had seen the special.
Isn't it amazing/disturbing how ads from 20 or 30 years ago can stay with us? Now THAT'S an effective advertisement.
Posted by: Solomon at May 09, 2007 06:41 PM (x+GoF)
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I am hoping that Paris sees what you wrote here!!! I certainly agree.
How about N-E-S-T-L-E-S.....Nestles makes the very best.....choc-laaaaaaate.
Posted by: kenju at May 09, 2007 07:15 PM (DBvE5)
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I have a category for the things you mentioned. I call it "Useless Shit that Clogs Your Head". Great stuff to think about during a slow day at work, or to annoy your coworkers.
And as far as PH, aka The (derogatory term for vagina) From Hell, my sentiments exactly. I wish the media would find something more worthy to chase. Besides I'm more partial to someone like Sharon Stone. Knockout blonde with a genius IQ. My favorite.
Posted by: diamond dave at May 09, 2007 08:34 PM (VXEan)
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Interjections! Show excitement! And emotion! They're usually set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point, or by comman when the feeling's not as strong.
So when you're happy. Hurray!
Or sad. Awww.
Or frightened. Eeek!
...
Schoolhouse Rocks was the love of my childhood Saturday mornings. I bought the set on DVD so that my children can enjoy them too.
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Lolly lolly lolly, get your adverbs here.
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With regards to the heiress who shan't be named, well, doesn't everyone know that celebrities are
better than the rest of us, and that they don't deserve punishments reserved for us peons?
I hope that she acts like a jackass in prison and gets time added to her sentence. I remain dumbfounded over the fact that somehow she's considered a celebrity.
Posted by: physics geek at May 09, 2007 09:06 PM (MT22W)
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I cans till remember a Jimmy Connors ad from the seventies when I visited the US. 'Twas for ginger beer
It ain't too sweet
It's a neat refreshing treat
Canada Dry ginger beer
IT AIN'T TOO SWEET!
Wasted life, I tell you, wasted life!
Posted by: Mrs Susan Sandys at May 09, 2007 10:48 PM (RlNhw)
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Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is.
I am stuck on Band-aids cuz band-aids stuck on me.
Oh one of my favs,
How do you spell relief? R-o-l-a-i-d-s
Fun, fun times!
Posted by: grace at May 10, 2007 02:31 AM (SlJYu)
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"hold the pickles , hold the lettuse, special orders don't upset us. Have it your way, have it your way" Burger King
I also remember the Alka seltzer ad that had people saying things like, "I like pizza" ****insert trumpet sound here****
"But ut doesn't like me."
Then, I have to add to my collection the ones from Mother's generation she sang to us.
A beaver singing "Brusha, brusha, brusha, with the new Ipana, it's better for you teee-eeeth." Thye used it in the background of the movie "Grease" so I suppose she wasn't the only one who kept it with her.
Then, she was likely as not to awaken us with a song, "Rise and shine with Grape Nuts flakes!"
Thanks for the walk down memory lane.
I hope there are no cameras in the PH suite--it would be nice not to see her face for a while.
Posted by: sophiesophie at May 10, 2007 08:23 AM (1HOa8)
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Now I've got the MICROWAVE Pillsbury jingle in my head. "Beep Beep! Pop Pop!"
When I was in college, somebody stuck in a tape of Mary Poppins that her family had taped off the television... in the 80s. She was going to fast forward through the commercials but we stopped her and sang along to them.
Incidentally, that friend had a strong resemblance to the girlfriend in Ferris Beuller's Day Off. Very, very pretty.
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May 08, 2007
Obedience Lessons
Last night Angus and I watched
The Ice Storm, a film which I knew Angus would like and was not disappointed (it had no special effects, not very many characters, dysfunctional families, and a suitably depressing story line. He did have a problem with the electrocution scene-this is a hazard of watching films with a man who knows everything there is to know about electricity. It makes watching
CSI with him absolutely impossible.) After the film ended there was a documentary I wanted to see called
Obedient Wives:Hidden Lives, a show whose premise it was that married women felt the best thing for their marriages was to completely and totally submit to their husbands' wishes, desires, and dictates.
Yes really.
I wanted to watch this.
Hidden Lives is a documentary series on the usually inflammatory Channel 5. I wanted to watch this episode of the series because it intrigues me. Not in an "I want to adopt it" kind of way, but in a "Didn't we just get rid of The Rules?" kind of way. In today's society, is it so that the only evolving role really has to be just the woman's, is it unfair to wonder why there are no self-help books flooding the market for men, which bounce around from How to Be the Classy Metrosexual to Caveman-Not Just a Stereotype Anymore to Adultery: the Other White Meat?
So on the show went. Angus watched it with me, and to be honest, I found myself conflicted in a few areas.
The documentary basically followed 5 couples, half in the UK, the other half in America. There was of course the typical stereotypes one would associate with submissive wives-one couple had a Thai bride and in typical stereotype fashion, the retiree husband had the face not even a mother could love, he nattered on and on about how English women didn't even know how to microwave anymore, let alone cook for a man (which made me wonder aloud if HE knew how to microwave), and how happy he is with a submissive wife. Said submissive wife genuinely, honestly seemed pleased to take care of the man in the house, and she made it clear that her upbringing dictated that the woman's role was to care for the man.
Honestly, I didn't have a problem with this. It's not my culture (ok, actually the Asian culture is half my culture, but you know what I mean), and if it floats the Thai Wife's boat to serve her husband, then rock on.
Similarly, there was the stereotypical couple of what I call The Hardcore Christians. The day started off at 530 with a Bible reading and the Little Mrs. making breakfast and lunch for the hubby. Then the Little Mrs. spent the day cleaning and working from a list of things the Man of the House gave her to do. Seriously. He leaves her with a list of things to do every day and she has to cross them off (it includes baking bread. By hand. Because Wonder Bread is clearly not something the Lord would approve of, I assume). As she goes through her day, she constantly explains that she loves doing these things for the Man of the House as it's a way to praise and honor him, and then would quote various Bible passages to back up why it's so important to praise and honor a dweeby husband.
Now, I also didn't really think too much about them. To me they simply registered high on the Fundie meter. But as I watched them, it got more disturbing. The Little Mrs. would clean so fastidiously it smacked of OCD with a dose of paranoia on the side. When she started scrubbing a bathroom sink so amazingly clean that I would've licked pudding out of it before she scrubbed it, I figured - Someone's got issues. While scrubbing the bathtub, she explained that her scrubbing the bathtub "Praises and serves her husband, as well as makes him a better attorney." I'm not sure how Scrubbing Bubble makes someone a better lawyer, but then maybe there's something about it on the bar exam that I don't know about, perhaps a Mr. Clean secret handshake. As she continuously instructed their one year-old daughter that "you must respect and obey the man", and "we must praise and honor the Father", I got a little confused as to which father she was talking about, but when they started making a fruit pizza to "praise and honor the father" that I figured they were talking about the Man of the House because I just don't see God as a fruit pizza kind of being. And then, of course, when the kid would put a tinned mandarin orange chunk on the wrong way, the Little Mrs. would rush to fix it. I guess you can't be praised and honored if the mandarin's facing the wrong way.
Still, I figured-their life, not mine.
The documentary came quickly to the crux of the issue-apparently there's a new movement that started in America and is now reaching out to torture the rest of the world called "Surrendered Wives". This premise is based on a book of the same name (and although I was handling all of this well, when I searched for this book on Amazon.com it threw up a search that was so repugnant to me I felt the need to bleach the inside of my monitor.)
The book was written by a woman whose marriage was reaching critical mass, and she figured out the way to save it was to check her ego at the door and allow her husband to take control. Control...of everything. Finances, sex life, decision making, child rearing, you name it. The one with the dick makes the decisions.
I do get that desperate times mean desperate measures. When I realized my former marriage was in dire straights I did about the worst thing possible-I agreed to start trying for a baby (because that always works, that whole "let's have a baby and save our marriage!" idea. Worst. Fucking. Idea. Ever.) When you find that things aren't going well, the truth is you may often be willing to go radical, I accept that.
But maybe some things are a step too far.
The documentary was very fair (I felt) and showed two women going through the process of being a Surrendered Wife. These women were the other side of submissive, and in fact two of them were the biggest nags I had ever seen in my life. Their husbands couldn't do anything right, ever, and the way they let their husbands know how uselss they thought they were was thoroughly disrespectful. I don't mean this in a "you must praise and honor him" kind of way either, I mean in a "how can you talk to anyone in that way and not be the featured corpse in a CSI episode yet?" type. If I were these women's husbands, I'd have left by now. Fuckit, if I were one of these women's friends and they talked to me like that I'd have bailed on them, too.
Anyway. One woman's "acquiescence" meant that her marriage got a lot better and her partner stopped looking like he wanted to kill himself. And I honestly didn't see that she had capitulated anything, she just stopped talking to him like he was a 5 year-old, which surely is going to make for an ok marriage. If she just became a human being in how she interacted with him, how does that make her a "Surrendered Wife"? iS she "liberated of control" simply because you don't want to drown her every time she opens her mouth?
The other woman, though, had clearly begun her indoctrination. She and her husband Chip -
(Angus-What is that guy's name?
Me-Chip.
Angus-Chip?
Me-Yes, Chip.
Angus-Chip is a name? You're allowed to name your children Chip in your country?
Me-Yes. I do understand how you're struggling to see how someone could name their child the English equivalent of the word "French Fry", but yes, you can name your child Chip in America.)
-had two kids, and Chipster, he had ideas about how to raise them. These ideas included letting his 3 year-old fly around on the back of a full size quad bike, and since the kid's feet didn't even reach the bottom of the seat, the kid just laid flat out on the back of the thing. Seriously. The kid was laying on the seat. I shuddered each time they showed it. Chip also bought his 6 year-old a dirt bike, but, seeing as I'm not a mom I'm not qualified to comment, I just had to wonder if a 6 year-old should be on a bike with an engine? Without a helmet? And no training? I'm just wondering. Anyway, Chip's Mrs. just kept closing her eyes and hoping it would work out ok because, you know, that's what a Surrendered Wife does.
She also allowed him to pick out her clothes, makeup, and do her hair for a date. On the date, he ordered her food for her. She didn't seem to enjoy it, but I was bouncing up and down on the couch at this point. "Wouldn't that be great fun!" I squealed. "You could do all that, then when we get back to the house, you could have your way with me! I'd be like your sex slave! And then the week after, we could change roles, and I'll dictate what you wear and eat and then you have to repeatedly satisfy me sexually in whatever way I specify! What a fantastic idea! Let's do it!"
Clearly, I'm falling astray from the Surrendered Wife path here, but I still like the idea.
The last couple on the documentary finally reached my Step Too Far. Prior to this I could see that some obedient wives were there for cultural or religious reasons, one woman claimed to be Surrendered Wife but actually, she just stopped acting like a real bitch, and for one woman being a Surrendered Wife to Chip meant that they'd be doing Darwin a favor and helping out with that pesky thing called Natural Selection. But the last couple was a couple that not only stands against everything I believe in, they bordered on dangerous.
A Scottish woman and her American husband, living in North Carolina, adopted the Surrendered Wife routine a few years ago when their marriage was in trouble (this is a common theme in all the women's stories, with the exception of the Thai woman and the religious Little Mrs.) She became a Surrendered Wife, and her husband very kindly explained that he makes all the decisions as she's incapable of it. If they're going to dinner and he recommends a restaurant and she says she doesn't fancy it, it's as he says: "We go there anyway. I'm in charge."
Really? You're also a conceited asshole, but who am I to judge?
He says her biggest problem is "knowing when to keep her mouth shut", which he demonstrated by physically taking her lips and holding them closed, a nice visual aid for viewers who maybe couldn't connect the words "mouth" and "shut".
But what really got me steaming was when he explained that when it came to sex, he was in charge. And if she said no, well, silly her, she didn't really mean it. No matter how often she says it, you know, he's in charge, his wife is like all women in that they act like they don't want it but they really do, and he's going to do it anyway.
Which in my mind, makes him less a husband in charge and more a rapist who should be jailed.
And throughout all this, she just nodded.
So hey. Channel 5 was able to push my buttons after all.
I get that sometimes keeping your mouth shut makes life easier at home. I do it sometimes, I don't always offer my opinion because I know it'll flash Angus up. But he says he does the same thing. So maybe it's not about "letting the man be the one in charge", it's more "gee, how about a little peace and quiet around here?" and you get along in peace as you both pick your battles. If you're going to be courteous to your spouse in how you talk to him, does that make you a Surrendered Wife, or does that just make you an amiable person? I like to cook for Angus and ensure he's happy, it doesn't mean I'm going to walk around praising and honoring him, nor will I freak out about perfect fruit line-up on the fruit pizza (also because he's not getting a fruit pizza, it sounds absolutely foul). But the thing is, my boy likes to cook for me, too. We divide the cooking 50-50. Does that mean he's not in control? I like to have a clean house, but not necessarily because I want to "please Angus" as much as it's just a relief to have a clean house. It doesn't mean I always succeed (the house needs vacuuming pretty badly and I've been using the guest bed as a dumping ground for the clean folded laundry. I keep hoping Harry Potter will show up and wave his wand and put the clothes away, but the little bastard still hasn't shown up.) It doesn't mean that because I do more indoor housework that I'm "surrendered"-Angus does more outdoor work, it's just what both of us prefer to do in terms of home maintenance.
The book way overshot the middle ground. You don't have to spend the day nagging, but nor do you have to roll over and let the man make all the decisions. I'm not a guy or anything (trust me, I've checked), but isn't the idea that you'd be making every single decision a little exhausting? Isn't the whole idea of a partnership that you have two captains piloting the boat?
I dunno.
I do know that I'm going to make lunch for both of us.
But I'm also going to nag Angus (day 5 in a row) if he'll please change the cat litter. Seriously. Maggie will go on strike soon.
There goes my Surrendered Wife title then.
-H.
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Wish they would air that show over here (I only have basic cable, not satellite). I probably would have drawn similar conclusions, including, that last man you mentioned in the show needs his nuts smashed with a mallet. HARD.
Oh yeah, and sometimes just keeping the peace is best, and the thought of fruit pizza makes me want to vomit explosively.
One idea I've always bought into, even if it sometimes tends to fall apart in practice, is to treat your wife like a queen and she'll treat you like a king. Besides, I've always been submissive to good cooking.
And yes Angus, some people name their kids here Chip. I even went to school with a couple. And there are far worse names that some people name their kids.
Rock on, Helen (and hope the Lemonheads are doing well).
Posted by: diamond dave at May 08, 2007 10:40 AM (VXEan)
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Yes I have heard of this too. There is even a website called, taken in hand, I believe. Not my cup of tea but, hey whatever lol. I don't think I could have sat through that show without doing a LOT of jumping up and down!
And hey, you really do have to have Angus change that cat litter now! If I remember correctly, you shouldn't do that while pregnant! WOO Hoo!
Posted by: justme at May 08, 2007 10:44 AM (jlidS)
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Yes Angus, my cousin-in-law (Is this even a word?) is named Chip.
As the man of the house, it is my solemn duty to make any important decisions that come up. My wife takes care of the minor day-to-day things. She decides what movies we watch, where we'll go to dinner, what kind of car we'll buy, and other minor stuff.
So far, there haven't been any major decisions for me to make...
Posted by: ~Easy at May 08, 2007 11:44 AM (vL8BC)
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I find this whole thing kinda troubling too, especially the last guy. Not that a bit of play-discipline can't be a whole lotta fun.
But I had to share something that I had an intruigued 'tee-hee' about a while ago, and that is: christian domestic discipline. Now I had all sorts of nightmarish ideas about what this would be, and probably most of them are still true in practice, but the bit that made me giggle was the erotic fiction around it. The main author seems to publish here: http://www.christiandomesticdiscipline.com/ and please don't take that as me advocating it or anything like that. But I was totally struck by the way this particular lifestyle that people were advocating was being advocated through erotica that seems to bear a fair similarity to 'sex on a stick' erotic romance novels, or the softer edge of BDSM stuff. Spanking seems to play a major role. It weirded me out, mostly because erotica and... well, eroticism, really... isn't really something I'd have thought that the 'fundie' edge of christianity would be into. Not that I think that Fundies can't be erotic, just that I'd not have thought it was something they'd see as proper to encourage. That'll show me! I have to say, though, that the whole blurring between 'fun' discipline and 'punishment' discipline gives me more than the occassional twinge.
And yes, the ice storm is awesome. I haven't seen it in so long, but it's just one of those perfectly (alright, in a nod to Angus, almost perfectly) put together movies. Cast, photography, writing, story, it all works. Have to get it out again!
Posted by: Sauvage at May 08, 2007 12:30 PM (rG4u9)
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The little Mrs. has a blog and a website. It is called Biblical Womanhood (sorry, don't know the URL) and if you click on Crystal's Blog you get her.
She seems to be very sweet, but these Fundies scare the crap out of me!
Posted by: Marie at May 08, 2007 12:30 PM (fUxc6)
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Based on my limited relationship experience, there's definitely a certain amount of "role defining" involved when you first get together with someone (as in living with them and working together in the home). But that doesn't mean it's set in stone and can't over lap. I have learned to be better about not making a big deal about every little thing as time has gone by much to my husband's happiness. Surprisingly, he's also gotten better about getting most of those little things done.
I will say, I'm happy I'm not the only one that has to nag about getting the kitty litter done
Posted by: Minawolf at May 08, 2007 12:33 PM (svbR5)
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fruit pizza is yummy. the crust is not typical pizza crust, it is more like sugar cookie dough. the filling, or sauce if you will, is a sweet cream cheese mixture. you could even throw some raspberry or strawberry filling on top of the cream cheese. then fruit on top. so... sugar cookie, cream cheese, fruit... all together? good.
as to the submissive wife thing. obviously, these are extreme examples. and just because someone wants to abide by 1 Corinthians 7 in their marriage does not make them a "Fundie", which is such a derogatory term. I am a Christian, and I believe in 1 Cor 7, which does state that women should submit to their husbands. so if it comes down to it, and we simply cannot agree on something, we go with what Frank wants. but you'd better believe i'm gonna do my best to persuade him (usually in a nice, Christian way, but sometimes it doesn't work out that way) to go with what i want. 1 Corinthians 7 also states that husbands are to love their wives, even as Christ also loved the church. and Christ loved the church so much that He lay down His life for it. so any husband who is also following the same passages that a submissive wife (who is basing her submissiveness on Paul's teachings in 1 Cor 7) is following is going to be loving and protective and is going to honor his wife, not screw around, and even be willing to die for her. none of this "you do what i say because i have a penis, and i treat you like crap" nonsense.
the documentary you watched obviously is yet another media tool to try to paint Christians in a bad light. and yes, some "Christians" do NOT get it, and in fact, my ex wanted me to be the perfect little submissive wife while he catted around. and i left him. my 2nd and final husband is completely different. he gets it. i'm proud to be a Christian and proud to (try to) be a submissive wife. not because some book that i bought on Amazon told me to surrender my vagina or anything, but because the New Testament tells me to be submissive and tells my husband to be wonderful to me and provide for me in return. i'm cool with that.
Posted by: sarahk at May 08, 2007 12:37 PM (QLpkT)
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Sarahk-I actually have to (respectfully) disagree with you on a few points-
1) sorry if the term Fundie offends you. I understand that for Christians it's an offensive term, but to the rest of the world, it's ok. Like the term "expat" pisses me off, but it's a popular term based on an abbreviated word anyway.
2) Surprisingly for Channel 5, the show was actually very fair (I thought) to Christians and unbiased one way or another-Christian or not, submissive or not. I had interpreted the Chipsters' family as Christian, too, and neither of them were mocked because of being Christian. But I truly believe that Crystal (you're right, Marie, that was her name) was a bit over the edge. I'm not kidding when I say that the cleaning, it was fanatical. You could be religious, non-religious, but there was something amiss there.
3) I had a hard time with the scene in which she gets up at 530 to make her husband breakfast. He insists on a fruit smoothie, so she gets out the goods to make it. He stands there and watches, he doesn't even hand her fruit. Then? He doesn't drink it. I'm not having a go at religion, but seriously-that's out of order.
4) I just can't get behind the submissive wife part. That was the whole premise of the show, Christian couples aside, and I personally just don't see how that can be rewarding-all the women involved said that it took work to be that submissive. If they're having to work so hard at being so submissive, how can the marriage be real, if they're not being true to themselves?
Posted by: Helen at May 08, 2007 01:13 PM (CCyzl)
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This is just wrong... on so many levels. What happened to loving and respecting your mate and trying to equally share the responsibilities and decisions? I mean, really... is it that hard to figure out? Ugh. I could never be a "surrendered" wife and to be honest...I wouldn't want a "surrendered" husband, either.
Posted by: sue at May 08, 2007 01:29 PM (WbfZD)
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That whole idea makes me sick to my stomach. They are forgetting a Bible verse that says we are helpmates to each other. We are not supposed to be slaves to a husband's every whim, especially when some of them are not smart enough to make their own decisions, let alone make them for a wife as well.
Posted by: kenju at May 08, 2007 01:46 PM (DBvE5)
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It's such a cliche, but my husband and I are partners. In every sense of the word. I won't pretend to understand anyone being submissive to anyone else, man OR woman.
And tell Angus that it's "Chip," as in "Chip off the ole Block" -- at least that's my understanding of the compulsion to name your child "french fry." It must be a HORRIBLE name if you don't even want to go the "Junior" route, hey?
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at May 08, 2007 03:15 PM (fIlF/)
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Well said SarahK. In our house, we generally compromise; but when it comes down to something that can't be agreed upon (i.e. do we send our kids to public school or private school? you can't do both) I have the final say. What do you do if no one has the final say? How many times have we come to an impasse in the last 15 years? Once, and that was just last month. We HAD to sell her SUV and get something cheaper, and she submitted. I didn't like making the decision, but it had to be made.
At this rate, I'll make this kind of decision 3 or 4 times in our marriage. That's not a bad deal to get a man who loves you as he loves himself and as Christ loved the church.
That's a whole lot of lovin'.
Hearing about the guy who "micro-manages" his wife is a bit disturbing. I'm pretty sure that's not how Christ loved the church, so it's probably a poor application of the Biblical principle. Not every Christian implements every part of Christianity perfectly, so even if lawyer-man is a Christian, he might be off a little (ok, a LOT) in how he's treating his wife.
I think "submitting within a marriage" has gotten a bad wrap. We submit to stuff all day long (in many cases willingly) and are ok with it. We submit to our boss, the ref in a soccer game, the police, the gov't, to the rules of a blog,... and we don't mind. Sometimes it's hard, but we do it. If a woman goes into a marriage knowing she should submit, it may be hard at times; but just like a soccer game, 99% of it can be pure joy.
Posted by: Solomon at May 08, 2007 03:26 PM (al5Ou)
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And here I am again, with a comment about something totally trivial contained in this post that has nothing to do with the bigger issues at hand.
I saw on telly this week that they are holding some kind of contest to be a dead body on an episode of CSI. How cool is that?
Posted by: amy t. at May 08, 2007 03:36 PM (3dOTd)
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Fundies creep me out. (Sorry fundies reading this; hey, look at it this way; my non-fundie self probably creeps you out too.
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OMG, I cannot believe all this is happening from that book.
I actually read that book years ago not long after it was published and I thought it was great. I wasn't quite the nagging horrible shrew as some of the women she talked about in her book or on this show you watched, but I definitely wanted to run Dan and everything about Dan, much to his annoyance; from what he wore to how he drove to how he spoke, etc.
And it was started to affect our brand-new marriage in a very negative way.
Years of being Wife/Mommy and running my own business had made me really controlling when we moved in together. Although I believed I was "helping" him, you see. Fixing him, making him "better".
Men *hate* that. Just as I would hate it if Dan would've treated me that way. Looking back, I would've popped him one if he had treated me the way I was daily treating him.
But honestly, from what I remember of the book (and it's been like 7 or 8 years) the message wasn't to "surrender" to my *husband*, per se, but surrender my need to *control*.
Not just him, either, but everything in my life.
I was trying to control everything around me and it was exhausting.
So I stopped. I stopped telling him what to do, I stopped telling him how to dress, I just...stopped.
I also used the biggest message in that book, which was to learn to say, "You know what, Hubby? I can't DO everything babe. I need some help. I need YOUR help."
I mean, that is the theme she pounds on over and over again.
Ask for help.
Don't do everything yourself.
The result was, once I got off Dan's back, he did exactly what she said would happen. He started pitching in more, he started pampering me more.
PAMPERING ME! Not the other way around.
How this message, which the book says again and again, has turned into women scrubbing tubs and praising their husbands while their husbands sit around on their fat asses being praised and putting toothpaste on his toothbrush lest he break a sweat cleaning his teeth...I don't get that at ALL.
That is the opposite of what Ms. Doyle wrote about.
I ended up being much more pampered. Which is exactly what she said would happen if I let go of trying to do everything.
PAMPERED! Not being a slave for the guy, geez.
All THAT being said, a LOT of women, including sexually submissive women, can't stand that book either. They pick at the author's tone, they pick at her examples, etc., etc.
This mystifies me. I thought it was a very heartfelt little book that spoke to women like me who have trouble letting go of trying to run everything.
Certainly not about turning yourself into a doormat.
We have the best of both worlds; I stay off Dan's back and Dan treats me like a queen. I cannot relate to this TV show or this "movement" from that book at all. Makes no sense.
Maybe I should drag it out and re-read it again. Did she write another book and call it by the same title or something? *puzzled*
Posted by: The other Amber at May 08, 2007 03:45 PM (zQE5D)
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On one hand, yeah, I can see the point of shutting your yap and saying that you trust your husband's judgement. But letting him pick your clothes and do your hair is a tad bit extreme....
I suppose it works for some people, but definitely not for me. DH and I are equal partners in this dealy. Each gets a say, and so far (we've been together 12 1/2 years) we haven't had to make a decision where we couldn't come to a compromise or consensus eventually.
I think though, that what REALLY pushes my buttons about this is that it is just another form of abuse. Abusive spouses try to control their partners mentally and physically. And that is EXACTLY what these husbands are doing when they INSIST on a surrendered wife. Sure, the wife submits, but then again, so does the woman hiding her cuts and bruises. And here they are glorifying it on TV..... Ugh.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 08, 2007 03:47 PM (r0kgl)
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To be clear, I'm not implying that abuse victims like being hurt, or that they want abuse by saying that they "submit" to it, FAR FROM IT. Just that they put up with it for whatever reason.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 08, 2007 03:50 PM (r0kgl)
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Just wanted to edit something in Solomon's post:
If a man goes into a marriage knowing he should submit, it may be hard at times; but just like a soccer game, 99% of it can be pure joy.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 08, 2007 03:51 PM (atDyY)
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Helen,
1) That's fine about the "Fundie" thing. I'm not one, but your post seemed to categorize all wives who are of the "religious right" and choose to submit to their husbands (count me in both categories unapologetically) as Fundamentalists, and I'm not a Fundamentalist. Completely different views on the book of Revelation and other things. But if you want to lump us all in like that, it's your blog, and I respect that.
2) Had I, as a Christian, been watching the documentary, I would probably have been livid. Just reading your descriptions of the couples, with or without your commentary and thoughts on them, it is obvious to me what your Channel 5 is doing. The conclusion is to be that there cannot possibly be a normal marriage based on the submissive principle Paul taught in the Bible? Or maybe it's all about that Amazon book, I don't know. Both of the "Christian" couples sounded ridiculous to me. They didn't actually show any normal submissive wives (Christian or no) with normal loving husbands, did they? I know a lot of women find "normal" and "submissive" completely antagonistic words, but they're not if that is what both parties want. It's what I want. It's what I've always wanted. My whole life, I wanted college and a career, but I always knew that as soon as I married, I would want to be a homemaker. I had the career and hated it. Now I'm a homemaker, and I LOVE doing it. I SUCK at it, but I LOVE it.
So many of the women I've been at church with for my entire life believe in submitting to their husbands, and while a few of their husbands are the kind of jerks you saw on the documentary, most of them are not. At least if they are, the women don't show it or talk about it. And after my first marriage, I have a blessing/curse of a sixth sense about it (that's how I know a few of the husbands ARE jerks). And it's the women my age who are embracing it and loving it, because the men our age are the ones who get the part about treating the women like queens. Most likely because we see how the grandfathers and fathers sometimes got it wrong and no one likes seeing mothers and grandmothers unhappy, so the women are all about educating the men about how to properly treat a submissive wife. At least that's how things go where I am. And I know it's not for everyone. I would never expect someone to adopt this way of life who didn't want it (takes the whole "free will" part out of it). But we want it, both of us, very much, so there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. But the documentary didn't show anyone like that. It doesn't make for interesting TV, and it doesn't show that Christian women aren't all nutters, and Christian men aren't all giant egos with penises.
3) That
is out of order. The Bible didn't teach him to behave that way.
4) That's your prerogative. I grew up with my grandmothers' examples and working in the kitchen with them on summer breaks and working around the house with them. My grandmothers are the sweetest ladies I've ever met, and I don't think I've ever met women more fulfilled by what they do, which is take care of their husbands, themselves, their children when they were at home, and their homes. And I always wanted to be like them. And my grandfathers are so loving to them, at least everything I've ever seen. My grandmothers' eyes sparkle all the time. So yeah, I always dreamt of being a housewife. And a singer. Stupid American Idol told me no.
Posted by: sarahk at May 08, 2007 04:06 PM (QLpkT)
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Okay, comment hog Amber again here.
I just had to find that book again, so I dug it out just now. Just by flipping through it, I immediately found this in Chapter 14, entitled: "Set Limits by saying I Can't":
"If your husband (or anyone else) asks you to do something that will make you resentful, overtired, lose your dignity, or interfere with your self-care, practice saying, "I can't". Until you recognize your own limits and start to honor them, peace and harmony will elude you. Also, you'll never get to see how much your husband wants to help you until you admit that you need help."
This is was the running theme of this book. Notice the "self-care" mentioned; that is another huge theme of the book; learning to protect yourself and your feelings and not overdo it or let anyone pressure you into doing something you don't want to do.
Okay, well I feel better now. I thought for a moment I'd read the wrong book, lol!
Posted by: The other Amber at May 08, 2007 04:33 PM (zQE5D)
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You tell Angus to can it about guys named Chip. In his country, people call their daughters Myfanwy. And what the fuck is that? Can I buy a fucking vowel or two?!
Posted by: Ms. Pants at May 08, 2007 05:29 PM (+p4Zf)
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Jennifer,
Does your boss at work submit to you? A good manager listens to his employees' ideas and considers their feelings and will actually put their welfare over his. My manager does all those. Sometimes the employees' ideas are better, and the mgr needs to be wise and implement them. But he doesn't submit to them. When mgr & employee disagree, we do what the mgr says...unless he tells us to do something unethical. As The Other Amber said, there are times to say no.
So you willingly submit to your manager 8 hours a day but won't submit to the man you love? That seems odd. As good as one's mgr might be, I presume her husband has her best interest at heart even more. If that's true, it would seem silly to willingly submit to a mgr but not a husband. A family isn't that much different than a business. It has goals and needs, and it needs someone to lead it to the goals and to fulfill the needs. A family w/o a leader is like a company w/o a president. Both can be successful for a time, but both are far better off when they have a leader who's consolidating effort and making sure all the members are happy and working towards the same goal(s).
The Other Amber pointed out that when she submitted to (or at least stopped nagging) her husband, he started treating her like a Queen. There's a saying in my Bible study group, "The best way to become a king is to make your wife a Queen."
Tru dat? Double True!!
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You know, since I've been divorced twice and all I really don't think I qualify on "how to be a good wife" since the first a-hole left for another woman and the second a-hole TRIED to beat me and then left for his mommy. BUT, let me just say that if one partner has to submit to the other then really where the fuck is the partnership??? Yeah I don't get it.
My little sister is a "surrendered wife" and when she was explaining her ideals to me I had this deer caught in the headlights look on my face. My sister and her husband are fundie Christians. Six months after she had her first kid (who she was completely overwhelmed by) she got prego with the second one. When she told me about the second baby being on the way she said "it was in the Lord's Hands". Uh ok? Now she has two very high maintence kids, both in diapers and he's talking about having another one again soon.
A DICK-TA-TOR ship is not my idea of a marriage.
And listen if any man ever tried to pin my lips together I'd knock his damn teeth down his throat.
Posted by: Heidi at May 08, 2007 05:46 PM (uMHkg)
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I'm stealing Heidi's "Dick-ta-tor" term.
Solomon-Jennifer has a point, but instead you feel the need to question why she's not submitting to the man of her dreams, yet you don't even know her? Now THAT seems odd. She could be Captain Submissive for all we know. She just wanted to point out that the street, she runs both ways.
Sarahk-about your point 4-I'll agree with that, actually. I'll admit I never grew up wanting to stay at home, but then I grew up with an "I am woman hear me roar" household. That said, my step-grandma has devoted her life to her kids and to this day takes care of my father and stepmother. And she enjoys it. And she's about the nicest person I've ever met. I think it was just the passing of the torch-over time as women saw that there were options when previously in many cultures there were none, they took them up.
Posted by: Helen at May 08, 2007 06:36 PM (CCyzl)
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And -
So you willingly submit to your manager 8 hours a day but won't submit to the man you love?
I would if he paid me enough.
And gave me a better tax rate than I currently have.
Posted by: Helen at May 08, 2007 06:45 PM (CCyzl)
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Helen,
I just give the super-model my entire paycheck and a couple of write offs.
You're right, she may be Capt Submissive; although given that "submission within a marriage" seems to be poorly thought of, it seemed reasonable to deduce she's not. Maybe Corp or Sgt Submissive; but I doubt Capt.
You say the street runs both ways, but where else does submission run both ways? Does your boss submit to you? Does his boss submit to him? Does the referee submit to the players? Does the Captain (not Capt Submissive : ) submit to the passengers? Does the FAA submit to the Capt? Any place we have a real, established hierarchy, the lower in the chain of command submit to the upper...never the upper to the lower.
THAT is the crux of the discussion. Christians believe there is an established hierarchy within the family. I've pointed out before, I'm no less a man than my boss even though I submit to him; we simply have different roles. My wife is no less a person if she submits to me; we simply have different roles. Even non-Christians acknowledge there's a hierarchy in the family; they just don't take it to the same level as Christians. Do parents submit to children? Not in any healthy family. We've all seen some that do, and it isn't pretty. So most will acknowledge that it's a one way street between: parents & children, president & vice pres, mgr & employee, and referee & player, but in the most important institution ever made, they won't acknowledge there should be a hierarchy.
That's why I started discussing the mgr/employee relationship, not because I didn't think she was submitting, but because the leader doesn't submit to those he's leading. I know this is wildly unpopular and probably chafes many people. But it seemed worth pointing out that we have an established hierarchy in every institution established among mankind except the most important one. Why is that?
Posted by: Solomon at May 08, 2007 08:09 PM (al5Ou)
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It seems to me that some folks are having trouble with the terminology. And frankly, so do I. Submissive is NOT the same as surrendered. To submit to something doesn't make you buckle under. But I get the impression that a lot of folks in this tee vee show would love just that. Control freaks.
To acquiesce is to accept. To surrender is to give up. And I'm sorry, but I'm FAR too head-strong for that. The deal with a partnership marriage is that I sometimes acquiesce, he sometimes submits. The Prophet Jagger once said: You can't always get what you want. But this Surrendered Wife stuff? This is not my cuppa. Not even a lil' bit.
And I'm with the previous poster: the first person (man or woman) to pinch my lips shut would be pulling back a bloody stump.
Posted by: Margi at May 08, 2007 08:22 PM (r6MCS)
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Solomon Says:
"But it seemed worth pointing out that we have an established hierarchy in every institution established among mankind except the most important one. Why is that?"
Because to my way of thinking, it's not a one-way street, bud. Too much power on one side and the balance is lost. Ya dig?
Posted by: Margi at May 08, 2007 08:28 PM (r6MCS)
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Some anthropologists have posited that humans develeped distinctive roles early in our evolution. Times change. Just as our appendix, which was probably necessary at one time but is now vestigial, so too is the concept of obedience and submission in women. Societally, we've evolved out of the need for such an arrangement. The past century was one of enormous change, proving that women were as capable as men in every endeavor. Not to say that the sexes are completely equal in every way, but I do believe that they deserve equal treatment, and an equal say in their lives. I shudder to think that all of the progess that women have made could be diminished (or even erased, look at Iran) should such a movement catch hold. Really, I think that it is motivated more by a desire for a quick relationship fix, rather than doing the work that a relationship of equals takes. It is diffcult (having been divorced once and currently in what was once a rocky marriage, believe me, I know). At one time, I was once like the suicidal-looking henpecked gentleman. But in time, and with a lot of work on both of our parts, we salvaged our relationship. It just takes persistence, patience, and no small amount of courage. Just my two pennies
Posted by: maolcolm at May 08, 2007 11:16 PM (BiRsy)
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Seems another edit is in order (Solomon's comment):
So you willingly submit to your manager 8 hours a day but won't submit to the woman you love? That seems odd.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 08, 2007 11:56 PM (atDyY)
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Maolcolm-
Really, I think that it is motivated more by a desire for a quick relationship fix, rather than doing the work that a relationship of equals takes.
Precisely.
Posted by: Helen at May 09, 2007 07:37 AM (CCyzl)
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You know I got this show off the net and thought exactly what Helen said... Its the ususual incendiary stuff that Channel 5 does. I found the entire show very compelling but like Helen by the end I was sick of its idea, that there was something correct in a woman doing exactly what she is told. So after cogitating on this for a day or so I've come to the conclusion that this thing was right about the same way that the Atkins Diet is right. The line in Atkins is that you can eat all the protien that you want and loose weight. And within reason it worked! At first there was all sorts of fireworks about what a stupid approach to weightloss this is/was most of the facts seem to bore out that it did cause people to loose weight. And the reason wasn't magical properties of steak or eggs because people were starting to focus on something when they were eating. It turned out that they could eat all the protien they wanted but because they focused only on it they didn't consume as many calories and lost weight. Maybe if we start refining the role of husband AND wife in the relationship it could lead to happier marriages and fewer divorces.
This idea of a woman in the marriage relationship needs to be obedient grates on my nerves as it smacks of her being subservient. Perhaps it kind of gives some definition to what the roles of husband and wife should be. A marriage isn't without rules for both husband and wife. The part that was missing from this show, I think, was that they both should be obedient to God.
Opinions of the show:
1. If you think its tough being called a Fundie (which I kind of like as its easy to say) don't become a Mormon.
2. The guy having his wife make him a smoothie in the morning which he stands there watching. What a jerk. However she can go back to bed while he's off fighting the corporate fight.
3. I liked and disliked the woman scrubbing the guy's back in the tub. Is there something good about this? Is there something wrong with it? Maybe this is what feminism has injected into the society, that we must be suspicious of the motives of those we love. Scubbing my or your back is somehow a political statement that is given by the man to keep you down.
4. The Thai woman? Did they get married out of love for each other or was this some superior English guy rescuing her from a bad life in Thailand. Marriage is tough enough when this kind of thought involved.
5. I hated the guy who didn't want his wife to talk. I know people who never shut up, I wonder if they talk to themselves when there is nobody else around but I certianly wouldn't marry one of them.
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A few days ago I had a business meeting in the nearby office of Company X. Now, it's been almost 4 years since I lost my job with Company X and despite my cottage cheese memory I can still tell you what it felt like to be told that I was being laid off, and I can still recall the depression that ensued thereafter. Weirdly enough I've dealt with Company X a lot over the past few years, luckily as a customer to their business, so I guess in hindsight (and with a couple of freshly picked sour grapes) I can say that things are ok. I was laid off by Company X (those fuckers), and while a part of me still hopes that their company crumbles and closes, the other part of me thinks I landed on my feet and it's really bad karma to think that way.
But it doesn't mean I don't feel weird being in their hallways.
Even though I was working in Sweden I did deal with some of the UK guys and there are often many business trips between the branches. I worry that some of the people who knew I was laid off will see me and ask why the hell I'm in the hallway, like I'm the runner-up in the Homecoming Pageant and I won't get the hell off the stage. I have actually seen a few of my former colleagues and they were great-I even had an enthusiastic bear hug by a German chap I worked with a lot near Dusseldorf. Whenever I see them I feel this immature need to state that I'm not just hanging around the hallways, I do actually have a job and you know what? I'm the customer here. Maybe I'll always feel this way-you laid me off, but I have to show in a non-asshole kind of way that I've risen above it.
I never worry I'll run into my ex-husband because I understand he's still living and working in China (and I do wish him happiness, I really do. I'm sure he wishes I'll fall down some very deep well and never be heard from again, but I do hope he's found someone new to make him happier than I did.) I have toned it down a lot in worrying about meeting some of those from my former department in Sweden, which is actually a very real possibility. But I do worry about meeting up with my former managers, as well as meeting up with anyone that used to work with Angus' ex (who has since quit her job and doesn't work for Company X (or indeed at all) now).
About the time that Angus' marriage was ending, he and I started talking. My marriage hadn't quite breathed its last breath yet, and even though the writing was on the walls, it doesn't make it right that when he contacted me, I didn't even debate not having him in my life. We both have regrets about how we handled things and we both aren't proud about some aspects of our relationship, but what happened happened, and no amount of regret will change that. But I was still working for Company X, as was he (though in a different branch of the company) and as was his ex.
When she found out about Angus and I all hell broke loose. Even though I was out of the company by then, I did hear things. It was impossible not to hear the mud-flinging that went on, because after all, not only is it standard operating office procedure to blame the person that just left ("Do you have the McKenzie file?" "The McKenzie file? I thought Helen was doing that!" "Helen, that useless bitch! No wonder she was laid off, it was never done!"), but work is like high school.
Seriously.
All offices tend to have an edge of "Will you sign my yearbook?" about them. There are always cliques - the Corporate Shark Wanna-Be folk all congregating around the Speech Club podium. The technical/engineering/IT people all heading for Physics Clubs meeting. The HR people are all busy decorating the gym for homecoming. In the business meetings we had around the table you were always fairly certain there was a metaphorical slam book going around the table.
And offices are like high school because the gossiping is rife. High school is completely irrelevant for living in every way except tearing your ego down in expectation that life is going to repeatedly do that for you, anyway. If others can aid in the tearing down then obviously it means their own fragile egos will be saved.
So yes. I did hear what was said about me. The reputation slaying was phenomenal. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and hell really standeth no chance if work folk are involved. I heard it all-how dangerous and mentally unstable I was (both of which are true, but I was only a danger to myself, never to others). How I milked the company of money (very not true). How I was manic depressive and a manipulative liar (both not true.) How I stole her husband (which I refute in some ways-I think it's impossible to "steal" a person, in these situations all parties play a role.)
And I heard about those pushing forth the gossip and adding to it. I heard how my phone bills and computer files were checked and forwarded. I was livid with the intrusion, but as I'd already been laid off, there was nothing I could do (and luckily I'd wiped my PC clean of files before I handed it in.) I heard about people getting involved in the mud slinging that shouldn't have been. In the dark Swedish winter, I heard about all of it.
80,000 people were let go from Company X and I was one of them. I was told it was due to my length of service in the company-in my department you needed 7 years and 2 months to stay and I only had 4 years 9 months-and I believed them. It didn't mean that the gossip didn't add to the already incomprehensible agony I was feeling.
One of the gossiping was my former boss, Rolle. Rolle had been my boss for a long period of time and I knew him well. He wasn't the one who laid me off in the end-Rolle was interchangable with another manager I had, and between the two of them they were the only managers I had during that long stint at Company X-but he had been my boss. Rolle knew me very well. Rolle knew Angus and his ex very well.
And Rolle sided with Angus' ex.
I heard all the details. I heard what was said. A lot of it has passed from my memory, no longer relevant.
But when I saw him in the cantine at Company X last week, some of it came back.
I was sitting with some of my team eating a sandwich before our meeting. I saw someone at a table that looked familiar, but I didn't know why. I saw him staring at me with a similar expression, that "Where do I know her from?" look on his face. Then when I realized who it was, my heart started pounding. He caught on quickly, too, and he went a bit pink in the face.
Then we went about our business of ignoring each other.
I was hyper-aware of where he was, and hyper-aware of how much I didn't want him to talk to me. I had practiced a hot-headed speech ages ago of the things I would say to him if we ever bumped in to each other, but it all felt so pointless. My anger is gone now, and it's all stupid water under the bridge, he sided with one party against another. But to me, it was all uncalled for. Maybe it's true I had some of it coming. Maybe I did rise above it after the slurry came my way. But it was all too kicking a man when he's down for me.
We saw each other twice more in the hallways.
Both times we both pretended we didn't see the other person.
And I couldn't help but shake the feeling that as soon as I could get to my locker and get my chemistry book, I could tell my best friend about that dick who made fun of me in gym class, and when his slam book came around to me during English Lit, I'd make sure I wrote in an anonymous hand "I know what you said about me, and although it won't impact my life anymore, I'll never forgive you, you fucking asshole."
High school.
Work.
Same thing, really, but in one you get to pay taxes.
-H.
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Frank Zappa said that "Life is like High School with money." It's very true.
Trust me, it's much worse with a government job.
Posted by: ~Easy at May 07, 2007 11:36 AM (vL8BC)
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And I too would side with the musical community.
"The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still donÂ’t have the right look
And you donÂ’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends"
--Bowling For Soup
Posted by: Z. Hendirez at May 07, 2007 11:59 AM (ceOV5)
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GAWD, I still don't miss Corporate America...I ran out of there like I was on FIRE when I was made redundent. Now I work in Healthcare, which is much better because most of the assholes I work with now think they are GODS and the great part about that is they screw with people's lives...literally. Life is good....isn't it?
Posted by: Heidi at May 07, 2007 12:18 PM (/JHI7)
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This is the reason I am damn glad I never worked for a large corporation although hospitals have their own gossip trails and women can be incerdibly jealous and vindictive. Luckily, I got out of that fairly soon. In floristry, it is only the thorns you have to fear - oh and maybe the knives.....LOL
Posted by: kenju at May 07, 2007 12:36 PM (DBvE5)
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:gulp: And I'm looking at going to one of those huge corporations for my thesis? Scary!
Posted by: Hannah at May 07, 2007 01:02 PM (5w+E2)
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I work in education - the perfect place for life to keep being like High School. And it is. Not only was I pushed out of my old job that I had done fabulously (if I say so myself) for 10 years, when a new principal came in - but my husband's ex-wife works here as a teacher. I feel like Joe Btfsplk - http://deniskitchen.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&Category_Code=bios.joe.btfsplk
Posted by: Suze at May 07, 2007 02:16 PM (n5xQN)
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You have much more restraint than I do. I still have dreams about getting up and telling off my former boss and co-workers - and I quit.
You just have to hold your head up high and think of how much happier you are now than you were back then. I think it's perfectly acceptable to imagine that they accidentally tie their shoe laces together and trip in the middle of the cafeteria ... errr ... I mean hallway.
Posted by: Michele at May 07, 2007 02:17 PM (fcaMV)
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Oh, so very, very, true. I'm the happiest woman in the world not to have to put up with that crap anymore. Now I work in a small office where no one does what I do, and they leave me alone for the most part. As a social misfit, it works for me. I feel for ya, sweetie.
Posted by: sue at May 07, 2007 02:45 PM (WbfZD)
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God..you got that right Helen. I was laid off of my job last August. I was there 10 years and it devistated me. I was hurt beyond belief. I realize now that my life has taken a turn for the better. Because they did let me go. It still doesn't make it feel any better. I am still hurt by them and in fact have nightmares about that useless job.
Sometimes I feel like it was a marraige that ended badly.
Posted by: Tiffani at May 07, 2007 05:11 PM (QNSMg)
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You suddenly made me very happy to have chosen the path I did. I am just a Typing Monkey and I do not have any benefits, I don't belong to an organization (other than my own) and I am responsible for my own taxes (my share plus "employer contributions").
But I do not have to put up with that High School stuff and nonsense one iota.
And for that, I just became incredibly grateful!
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at May 07, 2007 06:53 PM (qs4Ot)
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When I read things like this, it makes me so happy that I have a grossly underpaid non-corporate job! Ugh.
Posted by: geeky at May 07, 2007 07:56 PM (ziVl9)
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Just be glad that you aren't a high school teacher like me -- it sure does make work interesting -- and the cliques still form, even in the teachers.
Drama!
Posted by: Jamie at May 07, 2007 10:21 PM (XpM61)
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So I read this post yesterday, and when I got to the end of today's post, I was all "RYDELL! Like Rydell High in Grease!"
It all makes sense now. Sorry. I'm lame.
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Opinions
So, I knew it would happen.
I was surprised to not see it more on Statia's site when she was pregnant. I used to fear going into her comments, because I figured it would be there. I think she mostly escaped unscathed. I've seen it on some of what are referred to as Mommy Blogs, and while I don't intend on being a Mommy Blogger, this site is about whatever is on my mind at the moment. In the future, it's entirely possible my children are on my mind at that exact moment I sit down to blog. Maybe I blog about them, maybe I don't, but one thing is for sure-we have ways we're going about things as a couple. They are not up for debate.
I really got fucked off about yesterday's comments and yes, I am almost certainly being oversensitive. It's a hazard these days, especially when dog food commercials can reduce me to tears. I have enough hormones in my body to fuel whole power stations, you bet that my mood swings mean things are going to cause me to react (and potentially over-react).
But as we go forward with this pregnancy, there's one thing I want to make clear- I'm not after views on if people think I'm doing something the right way or the wrong way. This goes across the board, from my boss to my Dad to my blog.
This site has been remarkable in the help I've gotten, from how to get rid of a veruca to handling Mumin killing local wildlife to the difference between the neighborhood's ducks or geese. I am honestly grateful. You have advice about the best pacifier to use? Drop me an email, that'd be great. A friend sent me an email not too long ago about some good morning sickness remedies, that was very welcome. Seen a book that you think might be helpful? Let me know about it, please. Please-if you know of a good baby product, tell me about it. I have absolutely no idea about baby things, and it's been 10 years since Angus has been in the baby world himself.
But child-rearing is a different ballpark. I would never, ever go to a stranger (or even a friend) and tell them they are doing the wrong thing based on one of their choices (unless said choice was along the lines of dangling a kid out the window, of course. Then we'd be having a talk.) As this blog progresses, I'd be grateful if people didn't feel the need to tell me how to raise my kids. I am most definitely new to all of this, but Angus isn't. He's a father of two kids, one a teenager, one a pre-teen. I think this means that since they've survived this long and are in robust shape, he knows what he's talking about.
To get it all out in the open, we will be:
- using day care
- bottle feeding
- using disposable diapers
- never co-sleeping
- using cry it out when they get older
- loving them a million times a day, even when we're too tired to brush our hair
These things are what we feel is best for us. They might not apply to all. But they are our kids. We have our reasons for each and every one of those choices, and they are choices that Angus and I made together, as we evaluate what is best for our family. There is no "right" and "wrong" in how people choose what they want for their family. It's just choice.
You may not like our choices. They may not be your choices. But your life and our lives aren't maybe the same. There is no right and wrong to how people go about choosing what they want for their kids. You want day care? Rock on. You want co-sleeping? If it makes you happy....You want to breastfeed them until they're graduating from high school? Well, it may make prom night difficult, but it's your family, you need to do as you see best.
A very kind email from Easy helped clear my head, especially when he said this: The only one qualified to tell you how to raise your kids is YOU. Don't hesitate to be firm on the subject. (I hope you don't mind that I put a few lines from your email, Easy. It really helped.)
I'm still only 14 weeks and I've got about 23 more weeks to go. I'm just rooting for "Let's get 'em out alive" and then I'll move on to "Let's make sure they're never on Oprah weeping about their childhood". I'm not interested in the early implications that I might already be a bad mother and I haven't even gotten to hold one of them yet. Let's get them out, healthy and happy in one piece, because otherwise it's really jumping the gun here.
By all means, please be a part of this with me. I'm overwhelmed on a daily basis. Seriously. I love that you might want to read. I love my blog, and I love the people that comment and email.
But I would appreciate as we go forward that people's views are not impressed upon me. If you hate that we are using day care or bottle feeding or not naming one of them LaShonda, then you can click the red "X" in the corner. You can plug your ears with your fingers and sing. You can go and agressively chop onions until they are turned into a mushy paste. You can do anything you like, but please don't try to convince me to change my mind as I'm one stubborn bitch sometimes and it simply won't work.
I'm sorry, but our choices are not up for debate, either with our friends, family, colleagues, or on my blog.
If I come across as a bit bitchy, well...I'm kinda' pissed off, actually. But don't take it personally, please, just know that I'm pretty sensitive about this. Just hang out with me. Talk to me. Tell me a funny baby story. Let me know a pregnancy with a good ending (good endings are welcome, especially if you have been on bed rest with the Discovery Channel. Good endings are almost essential). Pregnancy is stressful enough, I'd like my blog to be a stress-free zone.
And that concludes the Fighting Back portion of today's lesson.
-H.
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Well said.
I respect your choices, I love you for your likenesses and differences.
Posted by: Steff at May 03, 2007 02:44 PM (fIFtd)
Posted by: Teresa at May 03, 2007 02:52 PM (oDiK5)
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When X has a tantrum, we tell him to "take it up with Oprah"
Posted by: Z. Hendirez at May 03, 2007 02:56 PM (ceOV5)
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oh, i just love you for saying all that. good for you, girly. xxox
Posted by: leah at May 03, 2007 03:04 PM (Msku8)
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I think people are afraid of Statia. It's her inner The Hoff. I know she can take me so I don't fuck with her. :-p
This entry made me think all sorts of things and of course the one I don't
want to think about is the one what planted itself into my head and won't leave. Re: Prom Breastfeeding....
Biddy.... Ew ew ew ew!! Silkwood shower, please!
I'd like to agree with Easy on this matter and will offer my one piece of assvice (which is what I'm seeing all over a lot of mom-blogs I read--ASSvice): Laugh often. Go ahead and laugh. A lot of the stuff you'll encounter is funny, even if you worry it will warp the kiddo later on. Chances are it won't. (I mean, my mom told me and my brother that one of us was adopted and the other was a hermaphrodite but wouldn't say who was which. ...maybe that's not the BEST example, but we all still laugh about it.)
I also hear that textual zerberts on photos are an
excellent way to ensure a good future.
Posted by: Ms. Pants at May 03, 2007 03:15 PM (+p4Zf)
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You know there is a quote..Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one.
Don't let it stress you too much, because stress is the last thing you need right now.
If people were really considerate, they would realize the you are a high risk pregnancy 1) IVF and 2) TWINS nonetheless, and they would leave you with happy thoughts or make the choice just to keep their comments to themselves.
Posted by: Heidi at May 03, 2007 03:18 PM (yRTJR)
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I love you for being so firm about this. Assvice is everywhere when you are pregnant and after. I hope my suggestions for Preggie Pops and maternity underweare don't fall into that category.... It's so hard to tell when you are saying it if it will come off as assvice or just a good product tip. The former is never welcome, the latter is always welcome. To me anyway. But I would NEVER presume to tell anyone they should do things they way I do them. And I will never understand why people, mothers in particular, seem to feel that if you say you are doing something differently than they did, that you are attacking their choices. I nurse and stay home but I can totally see that those are NOT the options for other people. It doesn't make those choices less valid for either of us.
I always dream of telling people, my MIL in particular, "You raised your children. It's my turn to raise mine, thankyouverymuch"
I wish I could say that it will stop but I don't think it ever will, all the way up to helping them choose their colleges. The downside of parenthood, I suppose.
But let me sum up this very lengthy comment to tell you that I support whatever choices you make and I know that you will be best mother to those Lemonheads.
Posted by: donna at May 03, 2007 03:21 PM (0VoEe)
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OMG you mean you're NOT naming one of them LaShonda?
Seriously though, people are entitled to their opinions which are often better kept to themselves.
Personally I look forward to hearing all about it!
Posted by: Erin at May 03, 2007 03:25 PM (HQy7k)
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People better STEP! *snaps in a circle* Seriously, its so easy for peope to tell you what you should do, but when it gets down to it, they are your children and you must do what you know is right for your family. Everyone else can fuck off.
When your pregnant a phenominon I like to call The World Is My Doctor occurs and then when you pop your kid(s) out, The World Is Your Pediatrician/Boss. It's quite annoying. Welcome to HELL.
Posted by: Kathy at May 03, 2007 03:43 PM (Uo7Mt)
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LOL! I didn't read today's entry first and went off on a tangent in your last set of comments from yesterday, lol!
Anyway, ditto on all you said.
I was actually ranting to Dan about you this morning and he suggested putting up a questionaire on all bloggers' blogs before anyone is allowed to comment. You have to answer 4 questions correctly, like "Do you understand you do not really "know" this blogger?" etc., questions that show they've actually READ your blog before, etc.
If they answer any question incorrectly, they can't comment, lol!
I'm sure all of us would install that code ASAP! Heh
Posted by: The other Amber at May 03, 2007 03:50 PM (zQE5D)
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O.K. I'll keep my opinions to myself. Wow. Suggesting that a mom be a mom is a pretty "out there" concept these days I guess. Don't know how my parents managed, with my mom at home raising the kids and my father working a blue collar job. We only had one car and a small, modest house but I was blessed to have my mom with me every step of my childhood. This is the last you'll hear from me. Don't have to tell me twice when I'm not welcome just because I happen to have an opinion that differs.
Posted by: Meanine at May 03, 2007 03:58 PM (4g1jr)
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I am the champion in the unasked-for "assvice" department, as you know, but still, there is a HUGE difference (to me, anyway) between saying "Have you tried/considered/used X?" and saying "My way of X is the best way"... even if I don't always do it the right way, myself...
And anyway, you know what they say about the best-laid plans. You never know what will happen in the ensuing few weeks, and you might change your mind about ANY of the above. But right or wrong, you are the parents, and it's your choice.
FWIW I know you've put a heck of a lot of thought into this, and I'm sure whatever you decide will be best for all of you.
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 03, 2007 04:02 PM (r0kgl)
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Helen,
I daily wish I knew you in person. Through your blog (and this is so odd to me), I've developed a real sense of affection for you and great admiration of you.
Screw everybody's opinions. You and Angus have already proven yourselves a thousand times over (and I only know what I read here, not what goes that you choose NOT to share) TO EACH OTHER that you're going to make a fantastic pair of parents.
I'm really happy for you. I think you're the cat's ass, as my grandma used to say.
Much love!
Posted by: Deborah at May 03, 2007 04:04 PM (GOFVL)
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I was thinking firm, rather than bitchy. Stating your terms clearly saves all sorts of grief, right?
I'm so excited for you and A (and now scared to go read your comments section from yesterday)!
Posted by: Opal at May 03, 2007 04:06 PM (Us7dd)
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Hey Meanie? You didn't get the point I see. I'm glad your childhood was so happy. My Lemonheads? They're going to have a happy childhood too.
Your comment:
O.K. I'll keep my opinions to myself.?
Yeah. You do that.
Anyway, there's the door. Don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out.
Posted by: Helen at May 03, 2007 04:09 PM (CCyzl)
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You know, I think it has a lot to do with SAHMs being offended that those of us who DO work can raise children every bit as well adjusted and healthy as they do. OH, and I clean my house and cook and participate in our kids extra-curricular actiities on top of it.
Sorry to burst your bubble, Meanie - having your children in daycare DOES NOT equal having someone else raise them - and the fact that you couldn't resist commenting AGAIN to try and slap Helen with your own opinions shows how small-minded you really are.
Posted by: Tracy at May 03, 2007 04:09 PM (jfil0)
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Good News Story here...
I have a co-worker who spent years trying the IVF route to concieve and eventually, after much shared heartache, she did indeed concieve.
Side story as to how she was six months pregnant before she told anyone.. and no, no one noticed.. she proclaimed it as a benefit of being "the fat girl"..
at 6.5 months she had to go on complete bed rest due to being very, very dilated. she spent 2 months on bed rest in the hospital, feet raised, no being out of the bed except for the bathroom. after 2 months, the whole nine yards. I believe there was much Discovery Channel watching (avoiding Discovery health of course and TLC)She was then allowed to go home for another month of bed rest.
After months of concern over her delivering too early, she eventually went past her due date and two weeks ago delivered a gorgeous healthy baby girl and collectively we all heaved a sigh of relief.
Always nice to share good news
Posted by: Jayne at May 03, 2007 04:10 PM (q5uvl)
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Helen and Sophiesophie,
I didn't intend any offense or belittlement and apologize sincerely to both of you.
I'll continue to comment (Helen permitting)
but will keep my opposing views to a minimum (hopefully zero) for the next 8 months. Having gone through this a few times, Solomon understands the value of low stress. If I had known my comments would cause stress, I wouldn't have made them.
I'm sorry.
Posted by: Solomon at May 03, 2007 04:23 PM (al5Ou)
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I am a SAHM, just because I don't like to work outside the home-that is the god's honest truth.
It is a choice that works for my family, and I don't expect it to work for anyone else. I do not have a career, and before motherhood I worked a boat load of meaningless jobs. Being a mom seems to be the only thing I am good at, but there a a lot of days I wish I had a job to go to-I envy many of my friends who have a career and a job they love (all of that and still being loving attentive moms *gasp*!). But I know I am too lazy and unmotivated to be able to do that. I am constantly amazed at the moms who work outside the home and then still do everything (and so much more) that I do while I 'stay at home' (I do daycare in my home part-time). Us moms are our own worst enemies-it is just like the whole bottlefeeding/breastfeeding argument. We really do need to stop beating each other up and support each other. One opinion or lifestyle is not better than the other. End of story.
Posted by: Teresa at May 03, 2007 04:24 PM (oDiK5)
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I worked and didn't breastfeed...and my kids normal..hmm.
And I feel exactly as Deborah feels. When I found out your were pregnant I felt as though my best friend or a family member was expecting. You have no idea how many people probably feel this way and just never said. I'm here to say once I'm so proud, happy, anxious, and thrilled for you.
Posted by: Tiffani at May 03, 2007 04:30 PM (a7p6H)
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"Don't have to tell me twice when I'm not welcome just because I happen to have an opinion that differs."
The irony being, you did have to tell her twice. Go figure.
Posted by: Z.Hendirez at May 03, 2007 04:30 PM (ceOV5)
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Rock on with your bad self!
Posted by: Omnibus Driver at May 03, 2007 04:36 PM (WOXRM)
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Hang in there, sweetheart. There's only one person on the planet who gets more unsolicited advice than a pregnant woman -- the woman with a brand-new baby (or two). Gird your loins. You are the best arbiter of what is right and wrong for you and your family. My unsolicited assvice included!
I love you like fire! I've said it before and I'll say it again: you are a wonderful Mother and you're going to be an ever more awesome Mommy.
xoxo
Posted by: jUST mE at May 03, 2007 04:48 PM (2Wxch)
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These are your babies, you raise them how you want. Opinions are like assholes....everyone has one. Enuff said..you just keeping living your life the way you want...
Posted by: Monica at May 03, 2007 05:45 PM (GHyUE)
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People are telling you how to parent at 14 weeks gestation?
Send 'em my way. Ass, meet foot. Especially if they start that tired, tired shit about how idyllic their white-trash fundie upbringings were, what with mom always barefoot and pregnant and dad always stern but fair. Sure, they were poor, but they were rich in love!
But not BRAINS, sadly. Or class, or decency, or knowing when to put a sock in it.
Those bossy types can die of the crotch rot. They ruin everything with their know-it-all ignorance. A pox on 'em, I say. A nasty, festering pox to match the one they've left oozing in their hearts.
Posted by: ilyka at May 03, 2007 06:04 PM (9rSPX)
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First of all, I'm so glad for you! I've been lurking for months on this blog, and I feel like you're one of my friends or something. I was so happy to read your news yesterday. I wanted to tell my RL friends, and then remembered that they don't "know" you.
Anyway, definitely keep telling people to piss off. You don't need any more stress than you have. Sending many happy thoughts and warm wishes to you and yours!
Posted by: Meredith at May 03, 2007 06:25 PM (S/Lrj)
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Right on Heidi - Opinions are like assholes. Everyone has one and some of them are louder than others.
You do it the way you want to Helen. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.
Posted by: kimmykins13 at May 03, 2007 06:34 PM (HUKlZ)
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I know, I'm hogging comments BUT! On the vein of unsolicited advice to new mommies, I am reminded of when I was pregnant with my first and so was my husband's sister. Her husband had the GALL to start arguing with me when I told him my doctor didn't prescribe special prenatal vitamins for me the way his wife's doctor had prescribed for HER.
Our argument became somewhat heated as I tried to explain that my doctor believed in a healthy, varied diet rich with natural foods instead of taking vitamins. He got so wound up about his position that he ended up saying that if I didn't take prenatal vitamins, my baby would be born DEFORMED!
YES! He said that because I wouldn't see things his way!!
You know the saying "hell hath no fury"? Yeah. Imagine my rage. I've never seen anyone go out the door so damn fast in my life. I went berserk and luckily my husband threw him out before I could get to him.
God knows what I would have done if I'd just gotten my pregnant little hands on that asswipe.
You know...I have a couple of weddings coming up where I might see him again after many years now. I should probably point out my BEAUTIFULLY grown up daughter and say, "Not very deformed, is she?"
/walks off muttering "asswipes"
Posted by: The other Amber at May 03, 2007 06:37 PM (zQE5D)
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When I think about myself as a toddler..I weep for that tiny little girl and imagine her having to spend all day-every day with my mother.
You people are going to give me nightmares, lol.
Posted by: Lindsay at May 03, 2007 06:51 PM (S/AQJ)
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Congrats on it all! From the pregnancy to standing up for yourself. I know you have doubts about the whole "twins" situation, but if anyone can handle this, it'll be you. I don't "know" you, but I DO read your thoughts everyday, so I believe you prevail at the mommy/child relationship! All the luck in the world to you and Angus in the months to come. You WILL get through this without a doubt!
Posted by: Jessica at May 03, 2007 06:58 PM (ii/lW)
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Feel free to quote me anytime.
Get on with your bad self, mom!!
Posted by: ~Easy at May 03, 2007 08:23 PM (vL8BC)
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Whew. Glad I kept my big trap shut for a change. I almost offered some gentle but unsolicited advice yesterday, then thought better of it, deciding that YOU are the judge of the situation, not me. Looks like I just escaped a good peepee whacking. Besides I've got too many fucked up kids, so you don't want parenting advice from me. All I can say is love them to death and make sure they have all they need (I know you'll do that).
Posted by: diamond dave at May 03, 2007 09:39 PM (VXEan)
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if this is you, pissed off, then you've been making extraordinary progress in therapy.
(ha)
Seriously, I'm proud of you for drawing the line in the sand NOW about what comments you will and will not accept about pregnancy and child-rearin'.
We all know that some jack-holes will completely ignore you, convinced as they are that they have the personal word of god and must absolutely share it with you.
If someone here in the comments hasn't already done so, might I suggest that we all posse up and help guide the trolls to other places (preferably dark, sticky, and unpleasant), using Helen's marvelously polite but firm policy as our guidelines? There's no need for the comments to become a flame battleground or overburdened with vigilantes.
Ma'am, we're here to help. You just bring 'em home alive.
LD
Posted by: lynD at May 03, 2007 09:54 PM (2F9Ak)
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Helen this is YOUR online home. As far as I'm concerned you don't like how commenters talk to you - KICK THEM OUT! You wouldn't put up with this sh*t in your real home would you? I guess I'm feeling frustrated because I can't lean over smack meanie in the back of the head and tell her to have a good hard look at herself - or maybe that's just how us Aussie's deal with this kind of stuff!!
...as for the rest of us - we love you and we're VERY VERY excited! These babies have already proven how smart they are by picking you both to be their parents.
Hang in there!!xxxx
Posted by: Flikka at May 03, 2007 10:01 PM (puvdD)
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Oops did I say Meanie? I meant to say Meanine, although really is there any difference?? :-P
Posted by: tandarook at May 03, 2007 10:04 PM (puvdD)
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Sorry, Helen. You know I'm excited for you.
Tracy:
I am actually a bit offended by your tone. Meanie, or whatever his/her name is, is not the only SAHM who reads this blog. I've worked after my son was born and I've done the SAHM bit. I have liked both. I've actually found being a SAHM 100 times as hard as being a working mom. I also like it better for some reasons, as I get to see my kids every day all day long, but I also like working better for other reasons.
Not all SAHM are bitter of working women, and I get very tired of that assumption. Very tired. I'm also very tired of a lot of the stereotypes people place on SAHM. Quite frankly, it pisses me the fuck off.
Let's have some understanding on both sides, instead of high horses and all that.
As far as Helen goes, she should do whatever she feels will help her to be the best parent to her kids - as she is doing. And that's wonderful.
Posted by: Jen(aside) at May 03, 2007 10:26 PM (gYSw/)
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Delurking to say Congrats!!!
I've been reading you for a little while now and I'm really glad to "hear" your news
Posted by: Serena at May 04, 2007 12:16 AM (z5KLn)
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this makes me so sad. no LaShonda. well, i'm going to get flat-out ANGRY if you don't name one of them ShaQuan.
Posted by: sarahk at May 04, 2007 01:27 AM (QLpkT)
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Any time you mention how you diaper or feed (or how you plan on doing same) AND/OR your "sleep solution," expect some pretty extreme opinions. And they're just that. Opinions. That was the ONE THING that I can say was truly refreshing about being pregnant again at 40. No one DARED to tell me how to do it.
Please don't give up, though. There are valuable stories from people who really care. Unfortunately, any time you leave your opinon out in the open, there's going to be SOMEONE to make you feel like shit for saying it. Always.
I have absolutely NO DOUBT IN MY MIND that you and your Beloved are going to blend your families beautifully and raise two MORE lovely children in your loving home. The "how" you got there matters not one whit. It's that you do love and care and try.
I love you dearly and know that you will do whatever is best for your children.
(Now ain't THAT a kick in the pants?! Say it with me: my children. MY. CHILDREN. You are so awesome. It's going to be a wonderful life you make for them, Dear.)
Posted by: Margi at May 04, 2007 02:20 AM (yBsm3)
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I think from the getgo, I totally just didn't take any shit. I think people realized that. But, with that said, there were quite a few comments left that totally bugged the shit out of me. I think it's just what you let get to you. Don't worry, a good bit of it did at times. I think it just comes with being pregnant. Just wait until you actually have them, whoa boy, I want to punch people with their unsolicited advice on a regular basis.
We should start a club. And call it "Fuck.Off."
Posted by: statia at May 04, 2007 03:23 AM (KcrOI)
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Jesus, I'm sorry you even had to write this post. People are so...I don't even know the right word to use. One person chose to berate me in the comments after I blogged about possibly the darkest day of my adult life, and because I didn't give all the information she wanted! It is a privilege to share you life. That doesn't mean that we can't agree to disagree like civilized human beings, but being sensitive is a requirement.
Posted by: Donna at May 04, 2007 03:40 AM (lQSbL)
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I'm late to the party but just wanted to send some support your way. You are so right to lay it all out there and I hope you can continue to be as honest and freshing with your readers as you have been about your life in the past. Motherhood is the great leveller and I was stunned at how many about turns I made along the journey. No one can know whats best for you except you.
I think this exact issue has been more problematic than most for me. I have looked to professionals for help and realised (eventually) that they are just going to quote the book and ultimately the only person who can make the decision is me assisted by my husband, family and friends.
This applies to most things baby related, in my special case right now - to me giving up breastfeeding because my 10 month old has self weaned and is just not interested anymore. I thought that I would breastfeed until I wanted to give up, it just never occured to me that my headstrong, wilful little girl would know better than me when that time was! So now I am struggling with whether to transition her to cow juice or start her off on some formula.
And you know what, thats something I am going to have to decide on and live with. So there general public!
Enough rambling, you and the lemonheads ROCK!
Posted by: SuperSarah at May 04, 2007 04:33 AM (paC52)
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Well, either that or we all just believed Statia really would punch us in the throat...
Posted by: Tracy at May 04, 2007 04:35 AM (zv3bS)
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I think your choices are great. You made choices, so they ARE great! I have had multiple miscarriages, and at one point thought I would never have children. I have a healthy 20yr old daughter and a healthy 18 yr old son. While sometimes we have our issues, all the struggles we had getting them here were well worth it, as I am sure you will be telling us in 20 years.
Much love.
Posted by: Mitzi at May 04, 2007 12:22 PM (cB5ML)
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Hey Stranger, congratulations. I just reacquainted myself with your blog. I haven't visited in quite awhile. I started reading again recently. This baby news is a big deal. I had commented maybe a year, year and a half ago about your need for a youngling, during a series of posts where you seemed to be freaking out about the bio clock and your qualifications to parent a child. I said that my wife and I where baron, fertility speaking. We adopted 3 children when I was 37 and she was 42. We have since adopted 4 more and I am 46 and she is 51 the children are 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 11 and 13. My point being I suggested to you before that you dive in head first torpedoes be damned. Life is short. Twins wow. Tip #1. Set up a small fan by the changing table for fresh air exchange. Twins wow. I have 2 still crapping in they're pants. It's a real treat.You should be fine.
Posted by: chris at May 04, 2007 12:41 PM (Z7ZqC)
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Kudos to you for sticking up for yourself!
Some of the things I got annoyed with while I was/am prego...
"You're naming him that..."
and
"Even one cup of coffee a day is bad! How can you do that to your child!"
Yeah, so I tend to not tell people what I'm naming him anymore (besides really close friends and family).
I shudder to think of what I'll hear once he actually is born. Thankfully, I can lovingly tell my mom to shut up and my mother in law is totally cool about stuff like that. They're the only ones that will be around at his birth.
Posted by: Minawolf at May 04, 2007 12:46 PM (svbR5)
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You're only going to love them a million times a day? How could you?! My mom loved us two million times a day. It's the only way to ensure you have healthy, normal children.
(Totally kidding, for those who don't get it.)
You're going to be a great mom, Helen
Posted by: geeky at May 04, 2007 01:12 PM (ziVl9)
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Here's wishing you, Angus and the twins the very brightest future possible. And please know that for every person that feels the need to be judgmental, there are dozens of us who are just really happy for you.
Good thoughts and prayers being sent your way ...
Posted by: Jenn at May 04, 2007 01:27 PM (+lMSr)
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I've got two years of graduate school ahead of me...I need to live vicaariously until I can start my own family. Keep whatever is on your mind flowing.
You'd better start practicing your one liners because I've found that people like to give their own oppinions about everything.
Posted by: Impossiblejane at May 04, 2007 02:03 PM (2tXEI)
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As I told my daughter when she was pregnant with my grandson (and have told my children at various times during their lives)... "children don't come with manuals. you do the very best you can with what you have to work with and you try to do better than you were raised, even if you had a perfect childhood". You will do what you feel is best and it will be fine. Love is the most important thing, the rest? Just gravy.
Posted by: sue at May 04, 2007 02:39 PM (WbfZD)
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No one else has lived your life, so no one else is qualified to tell you how to live it.
Of course, a lot of people are a-holes and don't get that.
I think you're a fantastic Mom already - look at all you've gone through to become one! You're a rockstar in my book!
Posted by: Heather at May 04, 2007 03:59 PM (s0rhn)
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Well said, Helen. And those of us who are long-time readers/supporters/cheerleaders...we respect your decisions and love you.
Posted by: Mia at May 04, 2007 04:08 PM (8yLzc)
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The Internet always thinks it's right. Also the Internet thinks it can raise your baby the best. The Internet send me emails trying to sell me drugs, penis enlargers and mail order brides.
Also, I am so with you on the bottles, sleeping, crying, daycare (I was a day care baby and look how I turned out!), and the diapers.
I've already talked about the possibility of several full time nannies. That way I won't have to interrupt my developing drinking habit any longer than necessary.
Posted by: Some Girl at May 04, 2007 04:28 PM (RdoF/)
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(((((((happy happy, joy joy, H!))))))))
Posted by: nojo at May 04, 2007 08:47 PM (9w9oq)
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long-time lurker, first time commenter coming out to say congratulations! When I was pregnant with my IUI boy, it was hard to believe it was going to end in a live baby, so my pregnancy announcement was: I'm expecting a 'maybe'. The definite for your two 'maybes' is that you and yours are going to be fabulous parents -- you're dedicated, passionate, brave, and smart. Wishing you a happy, healthy pregnancy.
Posted by: kirsten at May 04, 2007 09:03 PM (FsKmp)
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It's funny how those who are the first to lecture others about raising their children are often the last to see their own shortcomings. One time, we were having a get-together at a friend's house for our reenactment group. One of the young ladies there (who is obnoxious about many other topics as well) began to spout off about how "parents these days just don't watch their kids". During said rant her two-year-old son, who had been roaming about the house unattended and unwatched (except by the rest of us) discovered a hammer. She was oblivious to this, and to the fact that the young man was headed straight for the aquarium, armed with the hammer and a plan. Luckily, enough of us were watching that the aquarium was saved and the child disarmed. Meanwhile, her comments on bad childrearing continued, unabated. To this day, I don't think she ever noticed what her son had been up to, or what could have happened. So seriously, ignore those who can't resist the urge to put their two cents in, and do what you think is best. Personally, I think you and Angus will do a wonderful job.
Posted by: maolcolm at May 04, 2007 10:01 PM (S2WX6)
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LaShonda...shit, now are you serious about that name? We don't have names like that here in Oz but you can bet your bottom dollar we do have a lot of tradgedies. Best wishes for a smooth pregnancy, stay healthy and happy. I look forward to all your posts. K
Posted by: K at May 05, 2007 01:41 PM (C5Y+W)
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We run our own business, so as far as we are concerned have no choice but to work when our Baby Boy arrives in early sept!! In fact I reckon Hubby's blackberry will be my other birth partner !! (We are sort of in Telco too).
You know what hun - Fuck em all and Tom Cruise too :0) - There are larger crimes going on in the world for people to take their opinions out on - Don't change x
Posted by: Sarnie at May 06, 2007 04:42 PM (58uel)
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Remember opinions are like a@#holes. Everybody has one. Do what feels right for you and you won't go wrong.
Posted by: Todd at May 07, 2007 01:44 AM (A+jmL)
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delurking to congratulate you on the lemonheads(and for taking the bull by the horns)!
Posted by: kate at May 07, 2007 01:42 PM (a7q+T)
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May 02, 2007
Just a Wee Bit More
Thank you very much for the nice comments on our last post. I promise I won't talk about the babies all the time from here on, but here's a bit more background.
We're 14 weeks pregnant exactly today. Although our due date is Halloween there's no way in hell we'll actually make that date - singletons are usually born at 40 weeks, but twins almost never make it that far. Our doctor has told us to think of 37 weeks as the end date, which puts our babies arriving at some point the beginning of October. Don't think I'm not dressing the infants up for Halloween. If the dog doesn't escape my Halloween frenzy, two helpless babies don't stand a chance.
We really have had a lot going on for us. I see I wasn't as good at hiding things as I thought I was (based on the number of commenters who suspected something was up, anyway.) This is why I don't play poker. I may as well label my forehead "Gee, you want my money? 'Cause I have a crap hand!" when I play.
This whole getting pregnant business has been a particular roller coaster. My IVF cycle (which was called a shared cycle, in which I gave half of my eggs to another woman who has no eggs of her own, for whatever reason) was a terrible round. I had almost no eggs to work with, let alone to give away. Surprisingly, I wound up with having 2 embryos myself to work with. We haven't found out if the other woman succeeded yet, and although we will at some point, we're maybe not ready to know just yet.
To say that we were shocked that both embryos - which weren't amazing quality - took is an understatement.
People will have different reactions of learning they're having multiples. While for some (particularly those on the infertility treatment merry-go-round) the idea is heaven, for others the idea is a new version of hell. I've learnt that fathers riding the Having a Baby pony a second time around the track are particularly afraid of having twins or more, since they know what it's like raising one baby. Couples tend to fall into either category - delight at "winning the baby lottery" or fear of the changes to come, and both reactions are normal and individual. You might not like it or agree with someone's reaction, but learning you're having twins is a huge deal that will have an emotional consequence.
I'll be honest - we weren't exactly over the moon when we found out it was twins. Cue Alexis Carrington-like sobbing and arguing scenes the day we found out (and that's from both of us). While we were delighted that we were pregnant, the idea of twins scares the living fuck out of both of us. Our biggest concern was (and still is) finances. A single baby we could handle with no problem financially, but now with two babies we're facing day care bills of anywhere from £900-1500 (we're still researching), and that's going to cause a real shift in how we live our life from a money perspective (don't worry - we already know the shape of the universe in every other area is going to change now that we have infants.) So combine the financial issue (belt tightening, anyone?), the pure lack of sleep we're facing, and the fact that we haven't gotten our asses in gear and built the extension (so where the hell are we going to put two babies?) into the equation, and we were shit scared.
Happy it worked.
Shit scared.
We still are.
But we have moments of happiness, too. I wouldn't say either of us has gotten used to the idea of twins, neither of us has come around to believing that we've won the baby lottery and we probably won't ever see it that way, but I have seen signs that both of us care about the babies. As the one who will be lugging them around inside of her (and I've already gained 12 pounds, which somehow doesn't freak me out as much as it would have), I feel very strongly about the babies. I already love them and they only just resemble human beings at this point in gestation. It's too early to feel them move but they are simply a part of my day. I don't think about them every single moment, but I don't forget about them either.
We told Angus' kids while we were in Cancun. They both took it very, very well. Jeff even said he wanted to adopt one of them, but when we pointed out that an infant may put a crimp in his football practice, he agreed that maybe he'll just mentor one of them.
Melissa has also taken it very well. She has said she's keen to babysit and wants to be here when they're born (but we told her that twins will mean complications, and I get a nice long stay in the hospital, so maybe they should come the week after. Angus and I aren't being obstructive, we simply want to be alone during the week that they're born to try to adjust.) Twice I have been asked to promise that I will love her as much as I love them. Once I swore we would do. The other time I put an arm around her shoulder and told her not to tell the twins, but it's possible I may just love her more.
I want her to feel as secure and invovled as possible. Jeff too. So does Angus, and we watch them carefully for signs of upset. So far so good. We've started a baby name list and the kids were a part of choosing names (although Jeff's favorites have been stricken off the name list already. Much as I love the kid, there's no way I'm naming our babies "Wayne" and "Krusty".)
The first trimester was harder than I thought it would be. I was nauseous all the time and I slept constantly. I still sleep more than I used to, but aside from blinding hormone induced migraines the symptoms are getting better and I find that I am constantly hungry now. Maybe this is all practice for how expensive twins will be, because I am eating us out of house and home (yet still, I've only gained 12 pounds in 14 weeks, which is below-target for moms having twins.)
We had a real scare about the babies two weeks ago, when a scan revealed that one of them - and you should know we call the babies the Lemonheads, a name given to them by a lovely blogger friend of ours when they were the size of lemons (they're now the size of a fist) - was at a high risk for Down's syndrome. We didn't know what to do so got a second opinion, which showed the risk was real. So we had an invasive test procedure to test the baby. The test itself has a risk for causing miscarriage, so it was a fraught time for us.
Monday we found out the Lemonhead is fine.
Yesterday we had a scan and both babies were alive and well.
We're still a little nervous something might go wrong, but determined to try to dial it down and relax a bit.
On Monday Angus and I were in an all-day meeting. After I had gotten the news that our Lemonhead was Down's free, we went into the meeting room and sat next to each other. Once the presentation had begun I saw Angus fumbling in his pocket for a pen and paper. He scribbled something and passed it to me.
Good news about baby, it said. Very pleased.
I love him.
I hold a sense of amazement-I am popping two little bags of Redenbacher popcorn in me. It seems surreal, and at the same time completely cool. We're happy, terrified, excited, nervous, and concerned all at once. The emotions go up and down, but it's safe to say there's usually an element of terror going on with everything we feel.
Maybe that's what parenthood is about.
So I won't talk about babies all the time on this site, but I leave you with a parting shot of what they looked like at 2 days old.
I think they have my eyes.
They totally have his hands.
-H.
PS-any pregnancy related pics are in this set, which I have now made public. I usually update the set weekly.
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Much as I love the kid, there's no way I'm naming our babies "Wayne" and "Krusty"
Agreed wholeheartedly--but I have to meet this kid.
Posted by: ilyka at May 02, 2007 10:31 AM (9rSPX)
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It's going to be ok. You simply adjust your lifestyle to your means and your now-empty wallet.
And, good idea about having a buffer week. You'll want to stay in the Hospital and get as much rest in as you can before you go home. Limit visitors until you're back home and let the nurses do as much for you as they can. It will help you get your strength back. That, and keep taking your prenatal's and maybe an Iron suppliment as well. That helped me quite a lot.
Posted by: Teri at May 02, 2007 12:38 PM (K7jOL)
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Helen, great news! I'm glad Lemonhead's OK. Have you seen the 'Shape of a Mother' project? When I saw your belly pictures it reminded me of that, and thought maybe you'd like it. Oh goodness, this is sounding like one of those comment spams, but I promise it's not. I'm not affiliated with them at all, I just thought you'd enjoy the site. It's http://theshapeofamother.com . I'm glad your IVF was successful!
Posted by: nuala` at May 02, 2007 12:40 PM (XFgsk)
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If any of us waited until we could actually AFFORD kids, well... let's just say there would be a lot fewer kids.
I am so happy for you... I can't begin to tell you. All love going out for a safe and healthy pregnancy and two children who are going to get more love than human beings are usually allowed. I'm so tickled that the older kids are being so accepting and loving. You and Angus are doing things "just right" in getting them involved and discussing it all with them. See? You are already great parents. You just need some more little ones to "practice" on.... blessings on you all.
Posted by: sue at May 02, 2007 01:16 PM (WbfZD)
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Theeese are daaays
to remember
Never before and never since
You know it's true - that you
are blessed and lucky
You know that you
are touched by something
I'm singing to you now in my best Natalie Merchant/10,000 maniacs voice. Hee Hee
Again Congratulations!
Posted by: kimmykins13 at May 02, 2007 02:40 PM (HUKlZ)
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Congrats! I'm so happy to hear this news. You, Angus, and your impending family will be in my thoughts and prayers.
Myles
Posted by: Myles at May 02, 2007 02:43 PM (Rj0Is)
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A little terror is good in parenthood, I think.
And you have two October dates to choose from: October 2nd (my daughter's b-day) or October 14th (my son's b-day). Those are your orders-carry on.
Posted by: Teresa at May 02, 2007 02:51 PM (TuDgZ)
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I'd be worried about your mental frame of mind if you weren't scared shitless, lol.
Posted by: Lindsay at May 02, 2007 03:40 PM (mHNC3)
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Thank god they have his hands. You get the hand herpes.
Posted by: statia at May 02, 2007 03:41 PM (KcrOI)
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"facing day care bills of anywhere from £900-1500..."
I'm sorry, but I am somewhat distressed to hear that you are planning on allowing someone else to raise these babies that you want so much. I urge you to consider raising these wonderful babies yourself. Just think how much you'll miss by having some other person do it for you. OK. You can all now tell me what a horrid person I am. Just my opinion.
Posted by: Meanie at May 02, 2007 03:46 PM (4g1jr)
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Meanie-I'm going back to work. We cannot afford for me not to. I'm planning on them being in day care for 3-4 days a week, which I think makes me a terribly lucky person, actually. I will miss them but I will be a constant part of their lives. Having children in day care does not necessarily make someone a bad parent, just as being a stay at home mom does not necesarily make someone a good one.
With children, we all have choices to make. I'm sure this is not the first of the criticism I will receive.
But it's not negotiable. We want our kids to have a good life and good experiences, and we feel that me working will provide this.
Posted by: Helen at May 02, 2007 03:51 PM (CCyzl)
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I had a little chuckle while reading about the panic you felt(feel) over the double blessing headed your way. A guy I worked with for a few years, he and his wife started off with twins. When the first two reached the age of two, the parents decided that they wanted three children. I guess that they should have been more specific in their prayers and said "three total", because they then had triplets. Two pregnancies yielded an entire basketball team. And no fertilization drugs were used.
Take care of yourself and the little ones with you. And don't punch Angus when the labor pains hit.
Posted by: physicsgeek.mu.nu at May 02, 2007 03:53 PM (MT22W)
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I promise I won't talk about the babies all the time from here on,
Oh please! I'll be so disappointed if you don't talk about the babies! Especially since I'm trying like mad not to obsess over my own two both getting married within a year and they both plan on starting their families right away. W00t!
I NEED the VICARIOUS blow-by-blow from you, Helen! ;-P Get me all prepared. Heh.
Love the pictures! Looking forward to more!
Posted by: The other Amber at May 02, 2007 05:05 PM (zQE5D)
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I can see your smile and hear the wonder in your voice. Being scared and feeling adrift is a part of parenting. Trust me.
And guess what? The tables are turned. Since I had the Worlds Worst Third Trimester™ I got my tubes tied in the delivery room. I shall live this Twin Pregnancy vicariously through you!!
Please?
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at May 02, 2007 05:44 PM (GlAxw)
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Did I tell you my daughter has twins? They are wonderful, and yes, they are more work at first, but then they entertain each other, so it gets easier as time rolls on. Love seeing the pics, and look forward to seeing you with a huge belly!!
ongrats once again - and feel free to talk about them every day. It doesn't bother me!
Posted by: kenju at May 02, 2007 06:31 PM (DBvE5)
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Meanie-I'm going back to work. We cannot afford for me not to.
I hope this doesn't get me banned...again
If you change your mind you'll be able to afford to stay home. You may have to get a more affordable house and drive older cars, but it's doable.
I've been in the business world for 19 years and have seen many women change their mind after giving birth. Some planned to stay home, but they missed work and/or the baby drove them crazy; and some planned to keep working but then decided they missed their baby too much. I like the fact that women get 12 weeks off in America (not sure what it is in England), so all the dust can settle before they HAVE to make that decision. Some times you just don't know until the time comes.
I truly am very happy for you and hope this comes across as kindly as it's intended.
Posted by: Solomon at May 02, 2007 06:43 PM (x+GoF)
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Helen--Nice calm response to Meanie. I don't know what it is that makes people feel they know what is right for everyone.
You and Angus will together make the decisions that work for everyone--parents, siblings, and those Lovable Lemonheads!
I'm still smiling for you.
Posted by: sophiesophie at May 02, 2007 06:56 PM (1HOa8)
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I have to say, only "Yay!"
Posted by: Sigivald at May 02, 2007 08:08 PM (4JnZM)
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Sophiesophie,
Is it really bad to express a differing view? Is anything but support wrong? Helen is a smart person, but that doesn't mean she's considered every baby rearing angle there is. Meanie simply encouraged her to consider staying home, and I merely assured her she and Angus could get by if she chose to do so.
One way I like to figure out the right path is to figure out what I'd do if I was independently wealthy. Would I want the super-model Mrs. Solomon to stay home with our baby if money was no object? If the answer is 'yes', then I should try to figure out a way to make it happen even if we have to sacrifice; if the answer is 'no', I shouldn't.
Helen, if you'd rather I not post opposing views periodically, just let me know.
Posted by: Solomon at May 02, 2007 08:27 PM (x+GoF)
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But that's just it-we don't want to move. Our cars are already affordable (one's paid for, one's a company car). We are not going to move to a two bedroom house and make both Angus' kids sleep on a sofa couch when they visit (imagine how that would make them feel), as we would have to do in order to live in an affordable house in this part of the country. We have to be located in the South of England, which is also sadly the most expensive part of the country, because we have to be close to London for work, we have to be by Heathrow for Angus' kids, and it's more important than ever to be near Angus' family. We want this home and room for all.
My finances and our decision for me to go back to work isn't up for debate. There is no right or wrong here. This is only what is right for each couple. It might be right for some to stay home, and I support that. It might be right for some to go back to work, and I support that, too. For me, it's right to go back to work.
I don't mind differing views. I do mind if people patronize Sophie though, because she's an extremely nice person, and I don't want her offended.
I do resent the idea that "someone else is raising my kids". Someone else will watch my kids for 6 hours a day, hopefully for 3-4 days a week only. That is all. I am their mother. Angus is their father. We raise these kids.
And I'm dead firm on that.
Posted by: Helen at May 02, 2007 09:11 PM (CCyzl)
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Damn. I hate that damn triple screen or quad screen or whatever it is that shows the down's risk. Several of the moms-to-be I've known have taken that, got the possible downs news, freaked OUT, had the ultrasound which could show it was an issue, and then found out the babies were fine. Admittedly, I've known ONE woman for whom the positive was really positive, but many, many more for whom it wasn't. I really don't know if the stress you go through because of it is worth it.
Posted by: Tracy at May 02, 2007 09:48 PM (5GOLr)
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I am so happy for you. May GOD be close to you and keep you and the babies safe. You will be in my prayers daily...Oh what will they be for Halloween??? You got time to make their costumes..
Posted by: Monica at May 03, 2007 01:07 AM (ymIlL)
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*sigh*
I'm still gloating.
And I'm not even the one who is experiencing the joy of pregnancy!!
I am so happy for you!!
Posted by: Mia at May 03, 2007 01:11 AM (8yLzc)
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Oh, this is such wonderful, happy, exciting, scary news, Helen!!! Don't you dare stop blogging all the details, all the time.
Posted by: Jocelyn at May 03, 2007 02:02 AM (2+m3k)
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My dear Helen.
Your flicker picture breaks my heart. I have absolute confidence in your (& Angus) ability to think things thru in regards to how to raise your family.
While people's opinions may vary, and no they do not have to agree with the path you choose, nor should everyone follow the same path, it does not give anyone the right to put judgement on what you decide. The fact that after so many "bad" things have happened to you, and so many failed cycles that someone would come on and belittle your decision to return to work after you have the lemonheads, it's just completely thoughtless and down right rude.
Have your opinion, and kindly state them, but then let that be it. Don't keep coming back and reiterating that your opinion is the "right way", obviously it's not for everyone. My sister'n law thought she'd dread returning to work after her baby, but it was actually a welcomed "break". Yet, another friend thought she'd want to go back to work after having her baby, but decide she would rather stay home. No one can make that decision for you, and no one else should. Stranger or family.
I'm sorry peoples judgements are swimming in your head, bringing you down when you should be enjoying the success of your treatment and the joy of having your own family growing. My thoughts are with you and the lemonheads.
***on another topic, I still have that package ready... I'm sorry I haven't sent it over, but now that I know the lemonheads are here I have to add a couple things. I swear I will send it soon. Maybe it will arrive at the perfect time :-)
Posted by: Angela at May 03, 2007 12:00 PM (DGWM7)
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I am so happy for you and Angus. I know your fears wholeheartedly. Infact, my son, born after 11 years of infertility just turned a year old. As much as I would love to be a stay at home mom, it's just not feasible for us and we don't have car payments either. I'd actually prefer to live in a nice area of town too. Just my preference.
He is in daycare and he loves it. He never cries when I drop him off and when I come to pick him up, he's ready to go.
Anyways, I'm going off on a tangent. I just wanted to say how happy I am for you. Try not to be too paranoid during your pregnancy. I was so scared that I didn't enjoy my pregnancy at all. I know it's easier said than done, but my that's my assvice for what it's worth.
Oh yeah, and take the nasal aspirator from the hospital, it's the best one to suck the snot out. Way better than any of the ones you can buy.
Posted by: Tif at May 03, 2007 02:28 PM (jCFyL)
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Dear Angela,
I heart you.
xxx
M in the P
Hey Helen, is "Mortimer" in the cards? Cos I really liked that name for Gorby but for Thing 1 or Thing 2, it would also be nice. Also, "Chlamydia" is really pretty if you can get past the whole STD thing. It's a pretty word. Chlamydia. And no one else would have that name in school. Individuality and melodic name! How much better could it get? "These are the twins, Mortimer and Chlamydia." I mean, that's just aces right there. :-)
(I think this is why I'm not allowed to name things.)
Posted by: Ms. Pants at May 03, 2007 02:57 PM (+p4Zf)
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Helen is a smart person, but that doesn't mean she's considered every baby rearing angle there is. Meanie simply encouraged her to consider staying home, and I merely assured her she and Angus could get by if she chose to do so.
Okay, look.
We are *commenters*. Helen is letting us peek a little TINY BIT into her life. That's it! It's ludicrous to assume that Helen and Angus haven't heard of the concept of one parent staying home before. Like Christians who seem to think maybe someone isn't a Christian because they "haven't heard the word" yet. OH BS. Anyone who can write a well-written blog like this one has obviously heard of Jesus AND the day care issue AND is well-read on most issues.
Also, although Helen and Angus *might* listen to advice from friends/family in person why in the WORLD would they listen to people they know only from the internet? Especially advice from someone who won't even stand behind their own convictions by identifying themselves?
This is the kind of thing that makes bloggers TIRED. I know, I've stopped blogging a couple of times now. Not so much from advice givers, but just the IDEA some commenters get that just because they read your blog they know alll about you.
That attitude is just annoying as fuck. So stop it. They know their options and it's really nobody else's business anyway.
The appropriate response to the news someone is expecting is, "Congratulations!" "We wish you great happiness and joy"...etc.
Posted by: The other Amber at May 03, 2007 03:43 PM (zQE5D)
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Congratulations again! I work, full time - 55-60 hours a week. My son stays in the care of a wonderful woman who gets to be his surrogate "mom" while I'm away. But, I can assure you, it is me he wants when he scrapes his knee. It is me he wants when he is sleepy. It is me he calls his best friend. He never asks for his daycare, he never prefers to go there.
No one else is raising my child, he just gets the benefit of someone else's knowledge during the day, and he gets me the rest. And he knows that that is the deal and he is ok with it - even at 4. Plus, my working means food on the table - that is always a plus.
You and Angus will do a fine job, I am quite positive. What a blessing you will have - do have! I am so happy for you both!
Posted by: oddybobo at May 03, 2007 07:30 PM (mZfwW)
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I'm honored that the Lemonheads name stuck, and that you've outed yourself for the glorious Helen you are.
Posted by: Donna at May 04, 2007 03:31 AM (lQSbL)
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Hey Stranger, congratulations. I just reacquainted myself with your blog. I haven't visited in quite awhile. I started reading again recently. This baby news is a big deal. I had commented maybe a year, year and a half ago about your need for a youngling, during a series of posts where you seemed to be freaking out about the bio clock and your qualifications to parent a child. I said that my wife and I where baron, fertility speaking. We adopted 3 children when I was 37 and she was 42. We have since adopted 4 more and I am 46 and she is 51 the children are 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 11 and 13. My point being I suggested to you before that you dive in head first torpedoes be damned. Life is short. Twins wow. Tip #1. Set up a small fan by the changing table for fresh air exchange. Twins wow. I have 2 still crapping in they're pants. It's a real treat.You should be fine.
Posted by: Chris at May 04, 2007 12:37 PM (Z7ZqC)
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I am so late to the party. Yay! Babies.
Posted by: Some Girl at May 04, 2007 04:20 PM (RdoF/)
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I am REALLY late to the party but congratulations, mazeltov and WOOT times two. Have you considered a nanny at home while they are little? At that price point it could be cheaper and easier for all of you than packing two diaper bags, lugging the double stroller, etc, every work day. Then daycare later when it is easier?
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"I got the best news! Sally just came out."*
I look into the fridge again in hopes that it may yield something interesting. I don't know what I'm expecting to find, I only know that I want something. I've had a whole wheat English muffin, a bowl of yogurt and granola, and a handful of cheese crackers so God knows I shouldn't be hungry, but I am.
In Cancun I spent a lot of time with Angus' son Jeff. I also managed to get some quality time with Melissa, who spent her time perusing my dive book and nicking my magazines. One evening I had to help her work the shower. I ran the tap and waited for the warm water to kick in. She nosed through my makeup bag.
"Melissa," I said hesitantly. Hesitant not because she was in my makeup bag (it wouldn't have been the first time she'd been in there), but because I didn't really know how to say what I wanted to say. "I just want you to know that I love you and Jeff very much. I know I'm not your mother and I would never try to take her place, I don't mean any disrespect. I just wanted you to know that I do think of you as a daughter, and I mean that in a good way. You're also like my friend and my sister in some way, and I am not trying to dismiss you at all."
The shower water was dripping down my arm onto the bathmat. I shook my hand of the excess water and turned to her. Droplets continued to fall from my arm.
"Oh I know," she said, opening a tube of lip gloss to check the color. "I love you as much as I love my mother."
Wow.
"I would never, ever try to take her place," I reminded her. I mean that. I love the kid a lot, but I'm not her mother and never will be. Our relationship is some kind of mix, and it's very important to me."
"Me too," she replied calmly. "I love you, too."
It amazes me that kids can be so calm when I'm all over the place, worried that I will upset her, worried that I won't get things right. I've never been a mother. Being a stepmother is nowhere near the difficult task it is to be a mother. I may think unkind things about the kids' mother (and I do) but I would never, ever say them to the kids. Mothers should be infallible for as long as possible in a child's eyes.
And I have learnt that in many ways, when I am with the kids, I fill some kind of motherhood role. With Jeff I am the Sunscreen Applier, the Entertainer, the Please Will You Brush Your Teeth-er, and the Have You Taken Your Medicine-er? I love that I am these people to him.
The past holiday, I found I have slipped into a "Mother Lite" role more than I had realized. Kids stand outside the bathroom door when I'm trying to have a private moment on the can and ask me questions (which, when you have a screwed-up intestinal system like I do, it doesn't help). I am the one who simultaneously knows where the sunglasses, sunscreen, and snorkles are. I coordinate across Angus, Melissa and Jeff, and I never knew how rewarding a job it would be. I love Angus, and I love being a stepmother. They are impossible, frustrating, hilarious, energetic, annoying, and great fun. I think they're the best kids in the world and although biologically they're not mine I'll love them forever, genes be damned.
I always thought my pure purpose in life is to climb the corporate ladder and rule the world.
The truth is, if I know where the sunblock is, I'm pretty fucking happy, too.
Maybe life for me will be an intermediary, a Something-In-Between. I don't know where I will be or what I will do or how everything pans out. Suddenly, I don't need to.
I still can't find anything in the refrigerator, which frustrates me.
Some (most? all?) of you (mwah!) already know the details, and now it's time to let them all out here, too.
We've had a hard time lately, we've been on tenterhooks, everything has been uncertain. It has been a roller coaster, full of incredible highs and crashing lows. 2007 is one for the books. We had an incredible New Year's complete with a ring I still admire on a daily basis. I got out of a horrible project and got not one but two pretty cool projects to work on. Our test results on Monday came back normal, the last hurdle in the hurdle of hurdles.
Our last round of IVF worked.
I am almost 14 weeks pregnant and results on Monday from our CVS came back with the report that our worry baby is Down's free.
I am due on October 31st. Halloween. My favorite holiday.
And we are having twins.
-H.
*From the amazing Practical Magic.
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Congratulations on everything!
You know I loves ya. MWAH!
Posted by: caltechgirl at May 01, 2007 06:13 AM (r0kgl)
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i knew it!! i don't know why or how, but i've just known for awhile. congratulations darlin!! xoxoxo
Posted by: leah at May 01, 2007 06:17 AM (Msku8)
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You already are a wonderful mother. You're going to be a FANTASTIC mommy.
All my love,
Me
Posted by: jUST mE at May 01, 2007 06:46 AM (pOMkc)
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Congratulations!! That's great news. I'm a halloween baby as well.
Posted by: Elisa at May 01, 2007 07:58 AM (6/XCd)
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Yeah! Am so enjoying this adventure with you!!!! Thank you for sharing it all so eloquently!
Posted by: SuperSarah at May 01, 2007 08:34 AM (paC52)
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I've already said "Congratulations" but now that it's really official I'll say it louder "CONGRATULATIONS!!!" I'm so so happy for you all!
Posted by: Gill at May 01, 2007 08:47 AM (yTSfd)
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Congratulations! From all that I have read, you will make a wonderful mother.
Posted by: aboutthisboy at May 01, 2007 08:49 AM (sfxJm)
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Whoohoooooooooo! Go Helen, that's absolutely wonderful! Congratulations!
You are going to be the best mommy those twins could ever, ever have - after all, they'll never be sunburned.
Seriously, though. Congratulations. You so deserve this.
Posted by: Hannah at May 01, 2007 08:50 AM (lUH62)
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Coming out from the lurk-space to say congratulations! I've only been following you for a bit (though backstory-intrigued, I did a wee bit of reading up) and between your sass and sweet, I had a very warm moment at your news. Truly, I wish you all the very best with this new bit of adventure. And Angus too!
Posted by: Sauvage at May 01, 2007 08:57 AM (rG4u9)
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Holy crap! I had to read it again to make sure I was reading right and you slipped it in at the last moment! Im so happy for you Helen!
Congrats
Posted by: butterflies at May 01, 2007 09:48 AM (izFZd)
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That is absolutely the best news I've heard this year and congratulations is nowhere near a big enough word. But it will have to do.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Posted by: deeleea at May 01, 2007 10:28 AM (IphB3)
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Delurking to say congrats!
Posted by: Katy at May 01, 2007 10:32 AM (Ww0l+)
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Holy muppets, congratulations to you both! This is so exciting! Yay!
Posted by: Opal at May 01, 2007 11:14 AM (jdkxS)
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impossible, frustrating, hilarious, energetic, annoying, and great fun
Yep. That sums up kids pretty nicely. That's great that you're feeling comfortable in the step-mom role.
Halloween twins, eh? I don't know why, but I find that to be a perfectly normal progression of things. Somehow that just seems right.
Congratulations, you'll be great!!
Posted by: ~Easy at May 01, 2007 11:33 AM (vL8BC)
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Twins? Congratulations!! Pass that on to Angus as well. Yay! I don't even know what else to say but wow!. Two? Really? Think of all the later embarrassing twin outfits they could be... on halloween to say the least... two... boobs? apple & orange? balloons? That's going to be so fun!
Posted by: Angela at May 01, 2007 11:33 AM (DGWM7)
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CTG sent me over here so I could say 'congrats', too! A two-fer for Halloween...how wonderful!
Posted by: Mrs. Who at May 01, 2007 11:34 AM (9FXen)
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Congratulations!! I'm sure Oct 31st can't get here soon enough for you. Fortunately we get 9 months to prepare. I hope for you a perfect pregnancy and 2 perfect children.
Posted by: Solomon at May 01, 2007 12:06 PM (al5Ou)
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I am so, so, so excited for you!!! (I want to use the world's supply of exclamation points.)
Congratulations and best wishes.
Posted by: Marian at May 01, 2007 12:16 PM (ZD4nv)
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I've been quietly watching your journey for several years now and tears of joy for you both after reading this. I can't wait for the next phase in this wonderful trip of yours. You are such an inspiration to me. Hugs to you all, especially Gorby who will be a wonderful playmate and guard for the twins. *grins*
Sue
Posted by: Sue at May 01, 2007 12:30 PM (avSA+)
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Congratulations! I've been following your story for quite some time and I hoped this is what you were alluding to lately but I never dreamed it would be twins.
I can't believe I'm getting teary-eyed over a complete stranger, an entire ocean away.
Good luck! When those babies are old enough for American junk food - you just say the word and a box of Nabisco products can be on a plane.
Posted by: paula at May 01, 2007 12:41 PM (FlZPw)
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Congratultions!!! So happy for you, Helen!
Posted by: Kimberly at May 01, 2007 12:44 PM (v57BG)
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How flippin' exciting! Take care of you. Enjoy every minute of this growing experience... Did I already say how exciting?!
Posted by: amelia at May 01, 2007 12:47 PM (tZQUq)
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I knew it! Something you said last week made me think maybe, but I didn't want to jinx it by thinking too hard ;-)
CONGRATULATIONS!
And congrats on the relationship with Melissa and Jeff. Being a step-mother can be both the most frustrating and rewarding part of life.
Posted by: Tracy at May 01, 2007 12:50 PM (bw/tC)
Posted by: B. Durbin at May 01, 2007 12:57 PM (tie24)
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Awesome!! Congratulations!
Posted by: Donna at May 01, 2007 12:57 PM (rdir6)
Posted by: Lindsay at May 01, 2007 01:01 PM (mHNC3)
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I'm doing the Happy Dance for you right now!
WooHoo! Congrats to y'all!
Posted by: amber at May 01, 2007 01:04 PM (HCbA1)
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I am so happy it's not a secret any more! You have no idea how bad I am at keeping them. This was the longest "secret" I've kept in a sense.
I am so happy for you guys - for the beebs, for the test results, and, most of all, for the fact that Melissa and Jeff are opening up their arms to you.
Posted by: Michele at May 01, 2007 01:15 PM (fcaMV)
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Wonderful!!! My first son was born November 1st. I was bummed he wasn't a Halloween kid. Happy tears from Cleveland, Ohio.
Jilly
Posted by: Jilly at May 01, 2007 01:16 PM (vy163)
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I am so incredibly happy for you.
Posted by: Kathy at May 01, 2007 01:22 PM (Uo7Mt)
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I hope no-one catches me crying because I'll never be able to explain it. I said I only hang around here to see if you get your happy ending and maybe this year you do. I'm so pleased for both of you.
Posted by: Caroline M at May 01, 2007 01:49 PM (x3QDi)
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I don't have sufficient words, really. Wonderful, just...wonderful. And so thrilled and relieved to hear the great test results.
Posted by: karmajenn at May 01, 2007 01:59 PM (OUTBp)
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There was an arm pump and a "Yes!!".
Congratulations!
jayne (formerly know as sasoozie)
Posted by: Jayne at May 01, 2007 02:02 PM (q5uvl)
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I just got goosebumps. I'm so happy for you - ALL of you. I can think of no one who deserves all the happiness in the world as much as you. Lots of love coming your way...
Posted by: sue at May 01, 2007 02:05 PM (WbfZD)
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I am still so geeked that you are having twins-I can't even fully wrap my mind around it yet!
And don't discount how hard it is to be a step-mom, and what a brilliant step-mom you are!
Posted by: Teresa at May 01, 2007 02:26 PM (cgjAR)
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Congratulations!!!!!!! Happy tears are falling for you all...
Posted by: pam at May 01, 2007 02:37 PM (l6NIn)
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OMG! This is soooo awesome! Congratulations! I hvae goose bumps and a cheesy grin! Yay! Twins!
Posted by: Steff at May 01, 2007 02:37 PM (fIFtd)
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Wow, that is so fantastically amazing! I don't know that I can add anything to the comments above; I mean, arm pumping, jumping up and down, clapping, and cheering are all happening here. Congratulations.
Posted by: Amanda at May 01, 2007 02:41 PM (B5c+c)
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CONGRATULATIONS! I couldn't be happier for you both. Best of luck during your pregnancy...I definitely look forward to updates!
Posted by: Sarah B. at May 01, 2007 02:52 PM (gQF4g)
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oh-so-glad about the down's news helen. what a relief for you all! congrats.
Posted by: becky at May 01, 2007 02:55 PM (fwRVv)
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Fantastic news! Many, many congratulations and wishes for a safe, easy pregnancy and delivery. After all you've been through, you've never given up, and neither have we. I'll keep my fingers and toes crossed for you for the next six months.
Happy May Day,
LD
Posted by: lynD at May 01, 2007 03:11 PM (2F9Ak)
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YAY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!! So happy in fact, that I'm de-lurking just for you!
...and thanks for sharing the photos!! Love them!!
San Diego girl out,
C
Posted by: Christina at May 01, 2007 03:40 PM (axrWz)
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I've said it before but I'll say it again - CONGRATULATIONS! I am so flingin' flangin' happy for you all!
Posted by: donna at May 01, 2007 03:40 PM (0VoEe)
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i continue to be so happy for you
However, the real suprise came in the title, i knew exactly what you meant by the title and can't believe anyone else even knows, let alone likes the film, as much as me!!
abs x
ps you are not a witch - well, in a bad way anyway!
Posted by: abs at May 01, 2007 04:03 PM (pejJ8)
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I KNEW IT! I am soo happy for your darlin...Congrats to You, Angus, Jeff and Melissa.
Posted by: Tiffani at May 01, 2007 04:26 PM (a7p6H)
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All the best in the world to you and your family!
big hug!!
Posted by: missk at May 01, 2007 04:48 PM (EM7ls)
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I have CHILLS all over. I am thrilled. I had hoped that this was why your postings had been up and down and erratic.
Somehow I just knew...
Delurking to tell you CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Heather at May 01, 2007 04:54 PM (eRsMQ)
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I know that I sent a kind of rambling condolence letter when you had your troubles last year, partly because the topic still struck a nerve within me. I do remember one thing that I said, though: "You're already a mother. You just don't have a child yet." And now that part is about to be corrected.
Helen, I'm unbelievably happy for you. It's absolutely fabulous news. And then you added this little bit:
"And we are having twins."
Yippee! And not it's time to get on board the diaper changing express. Your clothes will develop stains that you'll ignore, you'll start to carry odors -not yours- with you wherever you go and you won't sleep much for, well, I'm up to 4-1/2 years and still getting enough. And you'll love every minute of it.
Again, I'm so happy for you. And I just remembered your Ghost of Christmas posts from a couple of years ago, where you saw the future and a "girl who looks like me(you)" comes home for the holidays.
One final thought: I've been suspicious for about a month that you might be in the family way. Call it a hunch, or call it having learned to read between the lines of your moods these last few years. And I've noticed that you've been pretty damned happy. For good reason, too.
I lied: one more thought popped into my thimble-sized brain. It would give me great pleasure if you posted some baby items into your wish list so that we can throw you a virtual baby shower.
Take care, Helen. I'm sending you a virtual high five and a hug.
Posted by: physics geek at May 01, 2007 04:57 PM (MT22W)
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Oh holy shit, oh holy shit, oh holy shit! I got the chills just reading that!
Congradulations you (and of course Angus)! That's fantastic news....
And now I'm crying, I don't even know you and I'm crying because it happend to a person who deserves this gift the most! After everything you've been through...and see, you thought that having less stress in your life was going to hard to deal with...I think it might have been the perfect prescription for a wonderful ending to infertility!
Well done you!
Posted by: Heidi at May 01, 2007 06:05 PM (mMauV)
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congratulations & best wishes for a continued healthy pregnancy. You'll make a fantastic mother non-lite.
Posted by: cursingmama at May 01, 2007 06:19 PM (PoQfr)
Posted by: Suz at May 01, 2007 06:25 PM (oM6s/)
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I have chills, and I am tearing up at the thought. My birthday is Oct. 30th, and I'd LOVE you to have them then....LOL.Congratulations, best wishes and love to you both.
"Mother Lite" - I like it! I am a grandmother lite to 3 boys. That's a great title.
Posted by: kenju at May 01, 2007 06:30 PM (DBvE5)
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What marvelous news! Best wishes to you and your ever-expanding family!
Posted by: Omnibus Driver at May 01, 2007 06:50 PM (WOXRM)
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OMG!OMG!OMG!
Hearty congratulations to you and Angus. I wish you all the best!
Posted by: Lisa at May 01, 2007 06:56 PM (XDX6G)
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Coming out of lurk mode to say
Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Kali at May 01, 2007 07:19 PM (r6ffN)
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Congratulations and Best wishes, Helen
Posted by: kimmykins13 at May 01, 2007 07:52 PM (HUKlZ)
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That's terriffic. Congrats, and good luck on a healthy pregnancy.
Posted by: Brad at May 01, 2007 07:56 PM (ZVK95)
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I'm hoping they hold out for Halloween. One of my favorite holidays, and the day I got married.
All the best to you and yours.
Posted by: wRitErsbLock at May 01, 2007 08:33 PM (+MvHD)
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I am so incredibly happy for you! I am looking forward to hearing about all your future joys!
Posted by: sophie at May 01, 2007 08:59 PM (1HOa8)
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OH
MY
GOD!
Helen, I am SO very happy for you! TWINS!
OH MY GOD! *bursting with happiness*
*****CONGRATULATIONS***** Helen and Angus!!!
Posted by: The other Amber at May 01, 2007 09:29 PM (zQE5D)
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OMG!!! I'm so very happy for you and Angus!!!! TWINS!!!! Eeeek (with joy)!!!
And how cool would it be to have your birthday on Halloween???!!!
Congrats - YOU DESERVE IT!
Posted by: Lorri at May 01, 2007 11:26 PM (Lfkis)
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Wahooo!! ~breaks out streamers and annoying noisy things!~
I'm so happy for you two... four!
:-D
Posted by: Tommy at May 01, 2007 11:55 PM (6CCYI)
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Hey, awesome! Congratulations!
Posted by: Malnurtured Snay at May 02, 2007 01:13 AM (vgd3Z)
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Congratulations! I have enjoyed reading your blog over the last couple of years and I wish you and Angus and the twins all the love and happiness in the world.
Posted by: Stella at May 02, 2007 01:33 AM (EeWW8)
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*mwah* *mwah*
Yanno. Doubling up. ;-)
Posted by: Jennifer at May 02, 2007 01:42 AM (RlFqM)
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Congratulations. All the very best.
Posted by: Priya at May 02, 2007 07:33 AM (yHOuc)
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Lucky babies, to have such cool parents. Congratulations!!!
Posted by: maolcolm at May 02, 2007 09:11 AM (mILKV)
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Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful news!! I am so very happy for you both!! :-)
Posted by: Richmond at May 02, 2007 01:45 PM (e8QFP)
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Oh My Gosh, I miss reading for a day and this is what happens? Helen, I'm in tears. I'm so very happy for you and Angus. I can just tell that you will be a wonderful Mommy. My best wishes and constant prayers for a healthy and happy pregnancy.
Hugs, Terry
Posted by: Terry at May 02, 2007 09:17 PM (A5s0y)
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Oh Helen!!!!!!!!!!
Angus!!!!!!
OH MY GOD!
Congratulations from the depths of my heart and soul!!!
I am thrilled for you!!!
Posted by: Mia at May 03, 2007 01:02 AM (8yLzc)
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CONGRATS!
*returns to lurking*
Posted by: Angela at May 03, 2007 05:16 PM (AGsXU)
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Those two little peanuts are truly blessed to be getting a family like yours.
*hugs*
Posted by: Amanda at May 03, 2007 09:14 PM (1T/lk)
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That is amazing news! Congratulations!!
Posted by: felicity at May 03, 2007 10:59 PM (w8WJH)
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Holy. shit.
Oh, congratulations, congratulations, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!
XOXOXO
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 04, 2007 03:17 AM (dGluG)
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congratulations! hope it continues to go well for you all
i remember you saying ages ago that half of your retrieved eggs would be donated, do you know if any other women have had good news as a result of that?
Posted by: jade at May 04, 2007 08:48 AM (y8GsZ)
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I have been reading your blog for a long time, Helen, and I am coming out of lurk-dom to say CONGRATULATIONS!!! This post made me SO happy. I know you will be a wonderful Mama to those two little ones. I'm just so excited for you. Don't let the nay-sayers get you down, either. You know what's best for your family. :-)
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 04, 2007 07:37 PM (cjilp)
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