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It should not come as a surprise that I was a huge Hello Kitty fan as a child :P We had cats growing up, so I guess that was sort of a natural transition...
As an adult, I'm still a Hello Kitty fan. And a cat fan. I don't think I've changed much since my "child" days... -
asked by KushielsMoon
Yes! I can't promise WHEN I'll write the birth story, but I'm sure I'll write it. (To put things in perspective: I am JUST NOW getting around to putting together our wedding album. We got married in March of 2008. So it's not entirely unreasonable to assume you may have to wait until Troy Emmitt graduates from high school before I get around to writing his birth story... :P )
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asked by KushielsMoon
Hi! :) I'm feeling well, except for the increased pain in the clotted varicose vein on my leg. I've had the varicose vein for years now, but it hasn't hurt since it first appeared; about two weeks ago, the vein started to pop out and now it alternates between ugly purple and ugly red, and it hurts when I walk. Or stand. Or sit. Depends on its mood, I guess.
I asked my OB about it, and she said it is a blood clot, but it's not going to kill me because it's on a superficial vein. So that's good. But I can't take Advil or any other anti-inflammatory because of the pregnancy, so my options are warm compresses, those circulation-support stockings, and massage, if I can handle it (since touching the angry, swollen vein hurts).
I have been wearing an anti-embolism stocking this week, which does help with the pain.
I really shouldn't complain, though, because that's the only pregnancy-related issue I've had. Everything else is just normal preggo stuff, and while my leg still hurts when I walk, at least I'm not limping anymore like I was last weekend.
The good news is IT'S SEPTEMBER!! That means NEXT MONTH I'm having my baby!!! :D -
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Oh, how fun!!!
(A thousand pounds... that's like TWO thousand US dollars, right?) Well, since you're giving me pounds, I'd have to go to Europe to spend them! :P
Freddy is a wine snob (but in a good way), and a Bordeaux aficionado. I just like France, and would love a chance to show off my French. I'd spend the money on a trip to Bordeaux, where Freddy could tour wineries and taste grapes and drink wine, and I could speak French and eat French pastries and be in France. -
Men are scared of menstruation? Really?
What, do they think it's contagious? (Or do you just hang out with really ignorant, immature men?) -
It's going really well. Most of the time.
(Like, the other day, when I was driving home from work and stopped at the green light because my #preggo brain thought it was a four-way stop . Because on my way TO work the first intersection after I exit the freeway has a four-way stop sign, so of course the first intersection after I exit the freeway on my way home FROM work would be the same, right? Clearly.)
I have resigned myself to the fact that I need to write everything down, because if I don't, it didn't happen. Kind of like the dude in Memento (but I use Post-Its instead of tattoos. Can't find a decent tattoo artist at work).
I have had an extremely easy pregnancy (so far). My 24-hour sickness in the first trimester was mild; I was very picky about what I wanted to eat, but I could eat, and as long as I was munching on something throughout the day I was fine.
Freddy works at a health-food grocery store, so I have access to all sorts of healthy, organic goodies daily. He texts me before he leaves work asking me what I want to eat. And he does all the cooking (and all the cleaning, and all the laundry, and all the cat-duties...) because he is, pretty much, the Bestest Hubby And Dad-To-Be In The World.
(Seriously: I come home from work, sit on the couch, get waited on hand-and-foot, and after I pass out around 9:30 he gently wakes me up and takes me to bed. Once I get home from work, I do NOTHING.)
Troy Emmitt has been kicking healthily, but he likes to give me a few good kicks, so I make Freddy stop what he's doing to come over and feel them, and then Troy Emmitt stops. But Freddy has gotten to feel a few of them... and you should see how his face lights up when he feels those little kicks.
I also have an extremely accommodating job where I sit most of the day, so I don't have to worry about overdoing it physically or straining myself. I cannot imagine how miserable I'd be (and how stressed and unhealthy Troy Emmitt and I would be) if I were still in the classroom, teaching full-time, dealing with parents and administrators and grades and all that blah-blah...
Tomorrow we have our 24-week appointment, where I get to drink the glucose stuff to test for gestational diabetes. I'm either going to ace the test or fail it miserably... but I've been really good about getting my sugar from natural sources, so I should do well. My body's so used to processing massive amounts of sugar, I'm probably going to metabolize (or whatever you do with it) all that glucose in half the alloted time. (How does that glucose mixture compare to a bag of cotton candy, washed down with regular Coke? Anybody have stats on that?)
Last week Freddy and I started our Bradley childbirth classes, so I've been doing my exercises and counting my protein intake. I thought I was doing really well nutrition-wise, eating 65-75 grams of protein a day. Well, according to Dr. Bradley, I should be getting 80-100 grams of protein a day. EIGHTY to ONE HUNDRED grams of protein A DAY.
They give you this little chart to fill out, and though it looks a little intimidating at first, I've actually done well so far. I just have to make sure I eat, the right things, pretty much all day long.
So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to eat some hard-boiled eggs and get back to reading NATURAL CHILDBIRTH THE BRADLEY WAY. -
He's a LaceXY. Also known as Troy Emmitt.
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Freddy and I met while doing Picasso at the Lapin Agile (a play by Steve Martin). His character was called "Freddy," so that was his name as I blogged about my suitor. It's stuck. :D (He likes having a code name. It's almost like a superhero alter ego.)
The fetus is doing quite well; doctors say he's growing just like he should. And he's doing his fair share of pummeling me, mostly around my underwear/pants waistline... which makes me wonder if he's getting squished? I've noticed while my belly is not growing at the rate I'd like it to, the hip/butt/thigh area is picking up the slack, so my pre-preggo underwear is tighter than it used to be...
We found out the fetus is a boy (or will be born one, at least... he'll let us know later if he has other plans). I'm trying to avoid the barrage of blue, but it's hard. Not that I want to dress him in pink (not EVERY day, at least...) but what about some PURPLE clothes? Or YELLOW? Apparently, baby boys are only allowed to wear blue, light blue, dark blue, or green-and-brown. Meh.
He already has a "This is what a FEMINIST looks like" onesie, courtesy of his Aunt Marcy, so, overall, I'm happy with his wardrobe. :) -
It's coming! I have a blog post I've written in my head several times, but haven't sat at the computer to type. I was going to do it yesterday, but I got sidetracked responding to another post... and then -- oh, look! Something shiny!
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I'm sorry you couldn't be bothered to read what I've already written on the subject. Or that you couldn't be bothered to put two and two together. I HAVE A BLOG ABOUT CHOICE AND REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS. I TELL THE WORLD I HAD AN ABORTION, AND THAT I DO NOT REGRET THE CHOICE I MADE.
How do YOU think I feel about it?
Did you really have to ask? Or do you get some sort of power trip from pointing out that I had an abortion? Is that supposed to make me feel ashamed? Really? Would I talk about it as much as I do if I were ashamed of it??
Notice how I put my name and photo to what I write. Unlike you. Which one of us is ashamed? -
I have a doctor's appointment Friday, so I can let you know then.
Right now, my pants are fitting tighter, but I still don't feel anything. -
asked by KushielsMoon
(Sorry it's taken SO LONG to answer... I've been taking a break from Teh Internetz...)
My mom is a USian, who went to Chile on a study abroad program. There she met my dad, a Chilean, and she decided to stay and marry him.
We were all born in Chile (in Santiago, the capital) and lived there until 1991, after they separated (my mom's family is all here in the US, so we moved to Austin, Texas, where my grandparents live).
I lived in Chile until two weeks before the end of my 8th-grade year, and started high school (in November, just before the end of the first semester) here. So all my high school and college years were spent in Austin (lovely, liberal Austin, an oasis in the conservative desert that is Texas), then moved to Houston... the buckle of the Texas Bible Belt. Now I'm in DFW... (there are some pockets of liberal-mindedness here, but I still have to keep my mouth shut most of the time...)
I wish I had more interesting stories of Chile, but I just lived there. So I didn't do any of the fun touristy things, visit the beautiful countryside, go see the Moais on Easter Island... Plus I was 14 when we left, so I wasn't really old enough to do anything that cool anyway... :P -
I left the Catholuic Church a long, long time ago.
Officially, I guess I'd have to say it was when I started high school, here in the US, and we started attending a Lutheran church, where I got involved with the youth group (and all that "God LOVES you" stuff finally made sense... because the pastor talked about God's love, not how worthless I was because I was a sinner and didn't deserve anything God gave me).
My family had started going to a Lutheran church while we were still in Chile, but I didn't really get into it (the pastor was a friend of my mom's and his daughters were my sisters' ages, so they loved going to Sunday school, but my brother and I didn't really get into it).
The last time I remember actually going to Catholic church regularly was when I was in fourth grade, doing my First Communion. I walked to church by myself because my religion teacher (at school) said if we didn't go to church EVERY SINGLE SUNDAY God would hate us forever. My parents didn't go to church that often, so I walked there myself.
(All that effort was for naught, though, since when we did our first confession, before taking communion for the first time, I confessed that I picked on my younger sisters. That was my sin. The priest said if I continued to pick on them, then I wasn't truly repentant, so God would not forgive my sin. And I would go to Hell. Even if I said my Hail Marys and Our Fathers.)
My abortion was in 1999; I started high school in 1991, and finished fourth grade in 1987. So, to answer your question, I left the Catholic Church long before my abortion. -
That's not a question, that's a statement.
A good statement, but a statement nonetheless.
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I LOVED the Chronicles of Narnia (though I have to admit I first read them in Spanish... I'd signed up for a book club thing at school where they gave you cheap paperback editions). Those are the only books I violently remember reading and loving as a kid.
My other favorite book was NUESTRAS SOMBRAS, by María Teresa Budge. It was a diary-style book about this girl who goes to live with her great-aunt on her farm/estate, and she's lonely and she's too rambunctious for the old lady, but then she meets the boy next door and they become friends, and her sister and the sister's boyfriend show up, too...
The only copy I have of this book is that cheap paperback edition (think of the Scholastic Book Club books kids get for $1.99 in elementary school). I've tried looking for another copy, but the book's out of print... :(
In middle school I fell victim to the Sweet Valley High series. That was about all I read until I got to college. -
Right now, we call it "Peanut." (The last two days, though, I've been calling it "Pain in the Uterus.")
I had to put Peanut in time-out yesterday morning, for making me dry-heave until I threw up bile. But, otherwise, we're good. -
REALLY GOOD ONES.
But I can't tell you yet. :P
We picked out names a LOOONG time ago. Probably before we even got married. And I really like all the names -- all 3. But I'm only having one kid... I need enough kids to use all the names! -
Yes, I am! (Er... one of them, at least... :P )
Thanks! :D -
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Yup! Moved to the US (Austin, Texas) in November 1991.
My mom's a USian, who went to Chile on a study abroad program in college. She was only supposed to be in Chile for a year, but in that year she met my dad and decided she wanted to stay. My grandparents FLIPPED, and sent a few of her brothers down there to "talk some sense into her." Didn't work.
So that's how we ended up there. When my parents divorced, Mom decided to move us to Texas; I missed the last two weeks of my 8th-grade year, and started in the middle of freshman year of high school.
My classmates in Chile:
-thought it was awesome that I was going to go to a school where you could wear street clothes, instead of uniforms (like we did at our private school)
-warned me to watch out about AIDS, because they have that in the US. -
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