I just came across this definition of pandemic on Dailykos (emphasis mine).
"Get used to the word pandemic. It's not a dirty word, or alarmist, or hype. It's a description of a novel virus that can spread human to human and causes disease. Right now, the disease seems relatively mild outside of Mexico, but all of the above effort is not based on where we are now, it's anticipating where we might be in two weeks or four. Or longer."
As people are trying to figure out whether to disregard concern about this illness, I thought this definition of pandemic puts in perspective why vigilance is necessary. I think the word "novel" most aptly describes this disease and why public health officials are most concerned.
All this comes, of course, after picking up Katie from day care yesterday and one of the teachers kissed her on the cheek (ACK!). This is not the time, I wanted to say. Eric and I are both concerned and he is supposed to tell someone at the center that teachers probably shouldn't be kissing students right now. Ugh.
One more thing, then I have to get to work:
I saw a comment yesterday re: the young child who died in Houston from the swine flu. Yes, the baby was a Mexican national. His parents crossed the border seeking medical attention. The comment (from someone we already knew to be a dipshit in college) said something to the effect of, "Of course the kid was illegal."
Um, no. You know what? Clearly, Said Dipshit has no kids, because you better believe Eric and I (and every other parent, I imagine) would do the exact same thing if our kid was sick. We'd cross the border in a heartbeat- and last I checked, it's not illegal to do so.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Ms. California
Ugh. That stupid woman is on Today right now- I want to hear about the flu, not what she's trying to "protect."
Friday, April 24, 2009
Texas vs. Iowa, part 2: Hedging for contingency
The first time I met my Texas OB, I noticed a substantive difference between her and the OB I had in Iowa. Don't get me wrong- I still think the world of Dr. Fick (the doctor in Iowa). I think these differences can be attributed to the setting in which they practice medicine, however: Dr. Fick was a clinical physician at a teaching hospital; Dr. Webster practices OB/GYN, and that's it.
This is what I mean: at one of my first meetings with Dr. Fick, when I was either four or five months along, I asked if there was a chance I could be induced. My reasoning was that I'd have little time to recuperate postpartum because my due date was so close to the beginning of the fall semester; I though I'd only have two weeks if Katie came on time. Dr. Fick, an OB specializing in maternal-fetal medicine (because of my history of cancer, I was placed with her and considered a high-risk pregnancy- freaked me out at first), answered that a lot can happen in five months and that she'd hate to deliver me early and have the baby spend a month on the ventilator. That was the end of that conversation, and we didn't talk about my delivery until my last two appointments. I had questions about epidurals and everything that she answered, but no birth plan (as recommended in the books I was reading- which was fine with me, really). It was truly an appointment-to-appointment experience.
On the other hand, at my first meeting with Dr. Webster here in Texas, she immediately brought up the subject of delivery and the choice between VBAC (vaginal birth after delivery) versus c-section. She even started looking at my scar and talking about where she'd most likely make the incision. Then, Wednesday at my second appointment, she said I was having a "perfect pregnancy."
So the differences might not be clear as I'm describing them, but they have been to me: Dr. Fick was always cautious, Dr. Webster seemingly optimistic and assuming a successful, healthy pregnancy. Again, I have no other complaints with Dr. Fick, but as I said, I attribute this to the fact that Dr. Fick is an academic, and responsible academics avoid speaking in absolutes. This is something I've had to work on personally in my own work and writing; I don't know that UI Hospitals share the postmodern vein that runs through the east side of the university campus- I doubt med students and residents at the UI have to read Richard Rorty, but to avoid absolutes (by saying things like "perfect pregnancy") is to acknowledge the contingency attached to lived experience.
Anything is still possible. I could still miscarry- anything could still happen with this pregnancy. I am nowhere nearly as nervous as I was about the first pregnancy and that may have to do with the ease with which I got pregnant this time. Maybe my body can do something right. I am, however, very nervous about when the baby is here- will I get enough fieldwork done before November? Will I be able to finish my writing in time to defend next summer, at the latest? How will Katie react? For that matter, how will Eric and I react with two kids, considering Katie has been a proverbial cakewalk?
So, to bring this mindless and worthless rambling to a close and get back to working on my first chapter, thinking about the reality of this baby instead of the pregnancy is another distinction between this pregnancy and the first. I look at this, though, as preparing my game face for when it's actually happening, as my way of intellectualizing the experience and working out the logistics- as preparing to be in a living hell and getting our asses kicked when baby #2 arrives. It may be sadistic, but this is my method of survival: it's how I approached breastfeeding, my comprehensive exams and any other challenge. In that case, it's probably the only similarity between Iowa and Texas.
This is what I mean: at one of my first meetings with Dr. Fick, when I was either four or five months along, I asked if there was a chance I could be induced. My reasoning was that I'd have little time to recuperate postpartum because my due date was so close to the beginning of the fall semester; I though I'd only have two weeks if Katie came on time. Dr. Fick, an OB specializing in maternal-fetal medicine (because of my history of cancer, I was placed with her and considered a high-risk pregnancy- freaked me out at first), answered that a lot can happen in five months and that she'd hate to deliver me early and have the baby spend a month on the ventilator. That was the end of that conversation, and we didn't talk about my delivery until my last two appointments. I had questions about epidurals and everything that she answered, but no birth plan (as recommended in the books I was reading- which was fine with me, really). It was truly an appointment-to-appointment experience.
On the other hand, at my first meeting with Dr. Webster here in Texas, she immediately brought up the subject of delivery and the choice between VBAC (vaginal birth after delivery) versus c-section. She even started looking at my scar and talking about where she'd most likely make the incision. Then, Wednesday at my second appointment, she said I was having a "perfect pregnancy."
So the differences might not be clear as I'm describing them, but they have been to me: Dr. Fick was always cautious, Dr. Webster seemingly optimistic and assuming a successful, healthy pregnancy. Again, I have no other complaints with Dr. Fick, but as I said, I attribute this to the fact that Dr. Fick is an academic, and responsible academics avoid speaking in absolutes. This is something I've had to work on personally in my own work and writing; I don't know that UI Hospitals share the postmodern vein that runs through the east side of the university campus- I doubt med students and residents at the UI have to read Richard Rorty, but to avoid absolutes (by saying things like "perfect pregnancy") is to acknowledge the contingency attached to lived experience.
Anything is still possible. I could still miscarry- anything could still happen with this pregnancy. I am nowhere nearly as nervous as I was about the first pregnancy and that may have to do with the ease with which I got pregnant this time. Maybe my body can do something right. I am, however, very nervous about when the baby is here- will I get enough fieldwork done before November? Will I be able to finish my writing in time to defend next summer, at the latest? How will Katie react? For that matter, how will Eric and I react with two kids, considering Katie has been a proverbial cakewalk?
So, to bring this mindless and worthless rambling to a close and get back to working on my first chapter, thinking about the reality of this baby instead of the pregnancy is another distinction between this pregnancy and the first. I look at this, though, as preparing my game face for when it's actually happening, as my way of intellectualizing the experience and working out the logistics- as preparing to be in a living hell and getting our asses kicked when baby #2 arrives. It may be sadistic, but this is my method of survival: it's how I approached breastfeeding, my comprehensive exams and any other challenge. In that case, it's probably the only similarity between Iowa and Texas.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Leave no bear behind! (Katie's latest cuteness)
A few quick, super cute things Katie's been doing lately before I head to bed:
She's started saying, "You're welcome." She's been saying, "Thank you" for awhile, and sometimes on her own- once she said thanks after we told her how beautiful she was. But now, she'll say it like this,"Thank you, you're welcome." Or, when we give her something, she'll say, "Welcome!"
One day, Eric was in the back of the apartment, Katie and I were in the living room and his phone started to ring. I yelled, "Eric! Your phone's ringing!" Katie joined in, saying, "Papa! Papa!" then, "Eric! Eric! Phone!" She called Eric by name again today when he was on the patio grilling dinner.
We took one of her bears with her to day care for nap time. Eric picks her up every day and evidently she makes sure to grab that bear before heading home. He said he got there one day and she said, "Bear!" immediately. She cannot leave without it.
Finally, she's been wrapping up her stuffed animals in anything she can turn into a blanket for months. Any dish towel, cloth diaper or actual blanket gets wrapped around her animals. But, last night, I noticed she was doing two more things: first, she's picking up her stuffed animal, rocking it (this isn't new- she's been singing Twinkle, Twinkle to her monkey for months), and then saying, "Shh, shh, shh, shh," just like we do when we're trying to get her to go to sleep. And then- the really funny thing- is she's groaning when she picks up her stuffed animal like we do because she's getting so big.
She notices everything and mimics us constantly. It's hilarious and the most adorable thing. When she wants something, she'll even tilt her head and nod "yes" like we do when we're talking to her. She's growing up so fast.
She's started saying, "You're welcome." She's been saying, "Thank you" for awhile, and sometimes on her own- once she said thanks after we told her how beautiful she was. But now, she'll say it like this,"Thank you, you're welcome." Or, when we give her something, she'll say, "Welcome!"
One day, Eric was in the back of the apartment, Katie and I were in the living room and his phone started to ring. I yelled, "Eric! Your phone's ringing!" Katie joined in, saying, "Papa! Papa!" then, "Eric! Eric! Phone!" She called Eric by name again today when he was on the patio grilling dinner.
We took one of her bears with her to day care for nap time. Eric picks her up every day and evidently she makes sure to grab that bear before heading home. He said he got there one day and she said, "Bear!" immediately. She cannot leave without it.
Finally, she's been wrapping up her stuffed animals in anything she can turn into a blanket for months. Any dish towel, cloth diaper or actual blanket gets wrapped around her animals. But, last night, I noticed she was doing two more things: first, she's picking up her stuffed animal, rocking it (this isn't new- she's been singing Twinkle, Twinkle to her monkey for months), and then saying, "Shh, shh, shh, shh," just like we do when we're trying to get her to go to sleep. And then- the really funny thing- is she's groaning when she picks up her stuffed animal like we do because she's getting so big.
She notices everything and mimics us constantly. It's hilarious and the most adorable thing. When she wants something, she'll even tilt her head and nod "yes" like we do when we're talking to her. She's growing up so fast.
Texas vs. Iowa
Obviously, we became parents in Iowa, with pediatricians trained at Iowa. I've always heard from Cheryl that different places have different ways of doing medicine, and I'm beginning to notice a few differences between Iowa and Texas...and I don't like it.
First, I've heard from multiple friends here that their newborns get their temperature taken rectally. This NEVER happened in Iowa. This will NOT happen with the new baby. It causes too much discomfort for the infant and I don't know why anyone insists on taking temperatures that way- they can just do the math with the armpit or the ear.
Second, I'm a little uncomfortable with the way some doctors appear not to be distinguishing between healthy weight gain for formula and breastfed babies. They're different; they gain their weight back different...yet it seems like my friends here are coming back to the doctor's office for weight checks more than we ever had to in Iowa. After our one-week check-up, when Katie hadn't regained her birth weight, we came in at three weeks, which is usual. The doctors never seemed concerned about the rate she was gaining- in fact, they went by her demeanor and diaper output more than her weight (which, BTW, can be wrong because sometimes they don't weigh them right). I just think that ultimately, concentrating so much on weight gain so early discourages breastfeeding. I know failure to thrive can indicate serious health problems, but why was it no big deal in Iowa, yet it seems to be emphasized so much here?
Anyways, I'm wondering what other people's experiences are with pediatricians and a new baby. I might be overgeneralizing here, but I'm hearing the same story with different friends. Luckily, this won't be our first rodeo- we'll be more informed with this baby and know more what to expect.
First, I've heard from multiple friends here that their newborns get their temperature taken rectally. This NEVER happened in Iowa. This will NOT happen with the new baby. It causes too much discomfort for the infant and I don't know why anyone insists on taking temperatures that way- they can just do the math with the armpit or the ear.
Second, I'm a little uncomfortable with the way some doctors appear not to be distinguishing between healthy weight gain for formula and breastfed babies. They're different; they gain their weight back different...yet it seems like my friends here are coming back to the doctor's office for weight checks more than we ever had to in Iowa. After our one-week check-up, when Katie hadn't regained her birth weight, we came in at three weeks, which is usual. The doctors never seemed concerned about the rate she was gaining- in fact, they went by her demeanor and diaper output more than her weight (which, BTW, can be wrong because sometimes they don't weigh them right). I just think that ultimately, concentrating so much on weight gain so early discourages breastfeeding. I know failure to thrive can indicate serious health problems, but why was it no big deal in Iowa, yet it seems to be emphasized so much here?
Anyways, I'm wondering what other people's experiences are with pediatricians and a new baby. I might be overgeneralizing here, but I'm hearing the same story with different friends. Luckily, this won't be our first rodeo- we'll be more informed with this baby and know more what to expect.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Week 11 update and, the mechanization of parenthood?
I just got back from my OB appointment. Going to it, I was prepared to come back and complain- I'll get to that in a second.
However, I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time today- what a beautiful sound. Since it's still pretty early, it took her a little bit, but, sure enough, Dr. Webster found it- nothing puts a smile on your face like the sound of your child. I wept the first couple times I heard Katie's heartbeat because I was such a basketcase with that pregnancy. So far, Dr. Webster says, it's a perfect pregnancy. I'm just happy to know this is ONE area my body doesn't flake out in.
AND THEN I found out I don't have to pay the co-payment every office visit to the OB. In Iowa- and this was the basis of my complaint- we didn't pay for any office visits, regardless if it was a specialist or not, because the insurance was that fabulous. The thought of paying $40 a month for every OB and every endocrinologist visit, both of whom I will be seeing monthly, annoyed the hell out of me. Evidently, this won't be happening at the OB- what a relief!
On an entirely different note: I saw something on TV this morning that has me scratching my head. On one of TLC's baby shows, the parents had some doodad that you held up to a crying baby and it then diagnosed what kind of cry the baby was crying...Seriously? It really becomes obvious what your kid needs after awhile when they cry. That's been our experience, anyways, and if the baby cries from hunger, then the baby's already too hungry anyways. But a machine to tell you what cry it is? Whatever.
Now, if they had this machine for toddlers, that'd be a different story...
However, I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time today- what a beautiful sound. Since it's still pretty early, it took her a little bit, but, sure enough, Dr. Webster found it- nothing puts a smile on your face like the sound of your child. I wept the first couple times I heard Katie's heartbeat because I was such a basketcase with that pregnancy. So far, Dr. Webster says, it's a perfect pregnancy. I'm just happy to know this is ONE area my body doesn't flake out in.
AND THEN I found out I don't have to pay the co-payment every office visit to the OB. In Iowa- and this was the basis of my complaint- we didn't pay for any office visits, regardless if it was a specialist or not, because the insurance was that fabulous. The thought of paying $40 a month for every OB and every endocrinologist visit, both of whom I will be seeing monthly, annoyed the hell out of me. Evidently, this won't be happening at the OB- what a relief!
On an entirely different note: I saw something on TV this morning that has me scratching my head. On one of TLC's baby shows, the parents had some doodad that you held up to a crying baby and it then diagnosed what kind of cry the baby was crying...Seriously? It really becomes obvious what your kid needs after awhile when they cry. That's been our experience, anyways, and if the baby cries from hunger, then the baby's already too hungry anyways. But a machine to tell you what cry it is? Whatever.
Now, if they had this machine for toddlers, that'd be a different story...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
It's 7:15 and we're all awake???
Katie started back to day care today, full-time. With my fellowship and a bit of our savings, we can send her to this place that's right at the Galleria where Eric works. It seemed like it would be expensive and hard to get in, but they had a spot and it's relatively affordable as far as day care goes...I wish that was enough to make me feel alright about it.
Sending Katie to day care this time is much different than it was last year. When we (and by we, I mean I) broke down during the fall semester after Katie was born and decided we MUST put her in day care, balancing full-time school with full-time parenting was killing us academically and personally. Our school schedules just did not relent enough-- I did not turn in one thing on time that semester. I still got the grades I've always gotten, but only because my professors were so understanding and lenient with deadlines. So, the first day we dropped Katie off at Open Arms in Iowa City, I was a little choked up, but I felt good about the place. I was able to work as I needed to, which in turn relieved my stress at home, and I eventually fell in love with her teacher. Then, when we sent her to the Sprout House...that place was wonderful. ALL day cares should be like the Sprout House.
Sending her to the Peanut Gallery today is much different that my day care experience in Iowa. We were under so much immediate pressure and day care relieved us of much of that- and substantial amounts of dollars, too. I've gotten so used to spending all day with Katie, there's no direct pressure to get my dissertation done, and I have a few reservations about the place we're sending her. My dissertation will NEVER get done at the pace I've been going, so sadly, this is absolutely necessary.
Let's just say, then, that it completely wrenched my heart out when, after getting her up early and getting her dressed without our normal snuggle and sippy cup of milk time this morning, I loaded her into the car and said, trying to be excited for her, "You're starting back to school today!" and she got really wide-eyed, really still- her bottom lip popped out...and she began to cry.
When we'd pull into the Sprout House parking lot back in Iowa City, Katie and I would both say, "School!" She'd do her little strut into the house after signing in and washing her hands and peek over the gate to the sweet and happy teachers and her Sprout friends. She was excited to be there and usually sad to go home and stop playing with all their great toys and playground equipment. If they were heading to the playground when we came to pick her up, we'd go run an errand or she'd get really upset to leave so soon. Hopefully it'll be quick, but none of us are back to that point yet.
Sending Katie to day care this time is much different than it was last year. When we (and by we, I mean I) broke down during the fall semester after Katie was born and decided we MUST put her in day care, balancing full-time school with full-time parenting was killing us academically and personally. Our school schedules just did not relent enough-- I did not turn in one thing on time that semester. I still got the grades I've always gotten, but only because my professors were so understanding and lenient with deadlines. So, the first day we dropped Katie off at Open Arms in Iowa City, I was a little choked up, but I felt good about the place. I was able to work as I needed to, which in turn relieved my stress at home, and I eventually fell in love with her teacher. Then, when we sent her to the Sprout House...that place was wonderful. ALL day cares should be like the Sprout House.
Sending her to the Peanut Gallery today is much different that my day care experience in Iowa. We were under so much immediate pressure and day care relieved us of much of that- and substantial amounts of dollars, too. I've gotten so used to spending all day with Katie, there's no direct pressure to get my dissertation done, and I have a few reservations about the place we're sending her. My dissertation will NEVER get done at the pace I've been going, so sadly, this is absolutely necessary.
Let's just say, then, that it completely wrenched my heart out when, after getting her up early and getting her dressed without our normal snuggle and sippy cup of milk time this morning, I loaded her into the car and said, trying to be excited for her, "You're starting back to school today!" and she got really wide-eyed, really still- her bottom lip popped out...and she began to cry.
When we'd pull into the Sprout House parking lot back in Iowa City, Katie and I would both say, "School!" She'd do her little strut into the house after signing in and washing her hands and peek over the gate to the sweet and happy teachers and her Sprout friends. She was excited to be there and usually sad to go home and stop playing with all their great toys and playground equipment. If they were heading to the playground when we came to pick her up, we'd go run an errand or she'd get really upset to leave so soon. Hopefully it'll be quick, but none of us are back to that point yet.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The track list for Katie's lullabies
We've played this CD for her every night at least for the past year. I love it and burn it for my friends for their children. Here's the track list:
Lullaby- Sia
Lullaby (Goodnight, my angel)- Billy Joel
Lullaby for Wyatt- Sheryl Crow
Golden slumbers- the Beatles
Across the universe- the Beatles
Something in the way she moves- James Taylor
Sweet baby James- James Taylor
Sunrise- Norah Jones
La Cienega just smiled- Ryan Adams
Grace- U2
Gotta have you- the Weepies
World spins madly on- the Weepies
Also in her CD player (my former stereo) are a CD I got from a friend at my baby shower, John Mayer, one other I can't remember the name of, and probably the coolest gift a student has ever given a teacher: my former student made a mix CD for Katie the semester I was pregnant. I almost wanted to change Katie's middle name to Tupelo- the student included Van Morrison's Tupelo Honey on the CD and other wonderful songs. So good...
Lullaby- Sia
Lullaby (Goodnight, my angel)- Billy Joel
Lullaby for Wyatt- Sheryl Crow
Golden slumbers- the Beatles
Across the universe- the Beatles
Something in the way she moves- James Taylor
Sweet baby James- James Taylor
Sunrise- Norah Jones
La Cienega just smiled- Ryan Adams
Grace- U2
Gotta have you- the Weepies
World spins madly on- the Weepies
Also in her CD player (my former stereo) are a CD I got from a friend at my baby shower, John Mayer, one other I can't remember the name of, and probably the coolest gift a student has ever given a teacher: my former student made a mix CD for Katie the semester I was pregnant. I almost wanted to change Katie's middle name to Tupelo- the student included Van Morrison's Tupelo Honey on the CD and other wonderful songs. So good...
Monday, April 13, 2009
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Bear with me here...
I just gotta write about this because my back and sides are aching so much right now.
I don't know if it's the nausea meds- although I didn't see this in the side effects- or I just haven't been drinking enough, or what, but I had the most horrendous pregnancy experience to date this afternoon. I'll take the ridiculous gas, the nausea, I'll take bleeding for six weeks postpartum, I'll take it all because constipation- at least of the magnitude this afternoon- is the worst thing EVER. I didn't have it with Katie, except for maybe a little at the end when I wasn't as hydrated. All I know is, Katie was as happy as can be and playing her little heart out around me in the bathroom for an hour (what? I couldn't let her play in the rest of the apartment unsupervised and out of my line of sight for that long).
So, what do I take from this? Benefiber will be my friend, I will drink plenty of fluids, and, because this pain is similar, though not the same, as the pain I felt the day after Katie was born and I pushed for three hours before the c-section, I don't think I'll attempt that VBAC. No, I think I'll just go under the knife...
I don't know if it's the nausea meds- although I didn't see this in the side effects- or I just haven't been drinking enough, or what, but I had the most horrendous pregnancy experience to date this afternoon. I'll take the ridiculous gas, the nausea, I'll take bleeding for six weeks postpartum, I'll take it all because constipation- at least of the magnitude this afternoon- is the worst thing EVER. I didn't have it with Katie, except for maybe a little at the end when I wasn't as hydrated. All I know is, Katie was as happy as can be and playing her little heart out around me in the bathroom for an hour (what? I couldn't let her play in the rest of the apartment unsupervised and out of my line of sight for that long).
So, what do I take from this? Benefiber will be my friend, I will drink plenty of fluids, and, because this pain is similar, though not the same, as the pain I felt the day after Katie was born and I pushed for three hours before the c-section, I don't think I'll attempt that VBAC. No, I think I'll just go under the knife...
Friday, April 3, 2009
Lots of good news from Iowa
Two bits of good news from my former residence:
First, and most important in the grander scheme of things, those of us who support marriage equality- and the end to oppression based on race, gender, class, sexuality, etc.- are thrilled that the Iowa Supreme Court ruled the ban against gay marriage in the state unconstitutional. Needless to say, the rather liberal contingent of Iowa students and alum that I am in contact with are so excited that Iowa came through with this...This path to equality for all is one more attribute of the hope we see embodied by the Obama administration, although this ruling cannot be directly attributed to his presidency. It can be seen, I would argue, as a larger indication of the direction this country may still yet go and its ripening potential for a true appreciation and respect for the rights and dignity of all people.
Second, I got a rockin' fellowship for next year. I'll get paid to write my dissertation- SWEET!!!
First, and most important in the grander scheme of things, those of us who support marriage equality- and the end to oppression based on race, gender, class, sexuality, etc.- are thrilled that the Iowa Supreme Court ruled the ban against gay marriage in the state unconstitutional. Needless to say, the rather liberal contingent of Iowa students and alum that I am in contact with are so excited that Iowa came through with this...This path to equality for all is one more attribute of the hope we see embodied by the Obama administration, although this ruling cannot be directly attributed to his presidency. It can be seen, I would argue, as a larger indication of the direction this country may still yet go and its ripening potential for a true appreciation and respect for the rights and dignity of all people.
Second, I got a rockin' fellowship for next year. I'll get paid to write my dissertation- SWEET!!!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Saying "When." Or is it "win?"
Last week, the OB offered nausea meds. I passed on it. I didn't have this option with Katie- last time, I met my OB at week 16 after the nausea had passed. I almost can't function between this and the fatigue, and I'm convinced the fatigue is largely from not sleeping well at night. So, if I can knock one of these things out, I can starting knocking out my dissertation. I hope...
What really sucks is, the smell of coffee is atrocious right now. Every time I open the cabinet with my coffee beans or my grinder, my stomach turns. Same goes for stepping in Starbucks.
What really sucks is, the smell of coffee is atrocious right now. Every time I open the cabinet with my coffee beans or my grinder, my stomach turns. Same goes for stepping in Starbucks.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
About breastfeeding, again
Another blog I check intermittently is mothertalkers, which is associated to the granddaddy (for me, at least) of them all, dailykos. A number of diaries on mothertalkers were responding to that Atlantic Monthly article that was the subject of the jezebel post that was the subject of my post...But anyways,here's a really good response on mothertalkers to that Atlantic Monthly piece.
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