Now That I'm Done Feeling Sorry For Myself

The number one reason to share a bed with your baby:

To wake up from a nap because she's awake and gently petting your hair.

Woot! I have paragraphs now!

Odds

I was turned down to be in a study on post-partum depression, because one of the things it was studying was the development of the babies involved. Because they wouldn't be able to tell if her developmental delays were because of my depression, or because of her disability. Because this child is just getting a double whammy-- a body that won't work right and a mom who can't be normal. I think that's all I can say for now.

Just a Quickie

I know it is an old stereotype, and it is true on both sides, but this side is more fun to hate. Carlos sent me this, because he knows I am always up for a) stories about strippers, and b) stories about Republicans making asses out of themselves.

Whoa Nellie

So I was wondering what to write about tonight, because my mind went blank again. This writing every day thing is hard. So I turned to television, as every inventive writer should. And whoa, did I find something.

See, I've been kind of down on myself lately, especially where my weight is concerned. I weigh more now than I did six weeks post-partum, and I have been asked not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES when I was due again. One of them was by a seven year-old, but still. So I thought it would be interesting to watch a show called Drastic Plastic Surgery on the Oxygen Network (it was showing after Dazed and Confused, which I watched with my baby. Bad Mama, on many levels there). This episode was about breast augmentation. Now, I have always been pretty neutral about that whole thing. You know, you want to do that to yourself, or pierce your genitals or split your tongue, hey, fine by me. This show, though, was something else. I learned three things on it that will never allow me to think about augmentation neutrally again.

The first: On some women, after lots of push up bras, the implants will move closer and closer to the center of the chest until they essentially create one large cavity -- a uniboob. Boy, do I wish I could find a picture of this.

The second: In order to create enough space in the chest cavity for large implants, the doctor put her fingers inside the incision and just ripped the connective tissue. Just worked her way around in there like she was skinning something. Now, I've seen a lot of The Operation on the Discovery Channel, and I am no stranger to the violence that is inflicted on the body during some surgeries. Liposuction, for instance, looks horrible. But this... this... just seemed so much like something I'd do to a chicken breast to put butter and herbs under the skin before roasting.

The third: Some implants have valves on them so that it is an easy trick for the surgeon to go in and attach tubing to them to fill them with more saline to make them bigger. It happens that often that women want to enlarge them after surgery, or to make them so big that even the above ripping doesn't give them enough skin so that they have to gradually enlarge them, over a period of weeks.

Is there someplace safe that I can take my daughter and raise her so she would never, ever contemplate something like this?

My Brain Is Made of Rice Pudding

I had a great idea for a post earlier in the day, but my brain won't turn on. I can't make it coherent. I am too tired. Somehow, when my husband is home, I end up more tired. Not that this is necessarily his fault--I think that I will myself through the fatigue during the week when he is gone and finally give in when he is here on the weekends. I'm just frustrated because I was trying to be a good girl today and stay offline and get work done around the house, but I didn't get much done and I lost my brilliant idea for the post. Maybe it is for the best. If *I* can't even hang onto the thought for 10 hours, it probably wouldn't have riveted my readers anyway.

At least I remembered to feed Peanut today. Twice, actually. And I got some laundry done, and a few dishes washed. So it wasn't a total loss. Unlike this post...