The previous post was just getting too long, so we now begin part 2…
Same warning applies: Don’t read any further if you don’t want to know gross body stuff (the same will be said about the birth story later).
The previous post was just getting too long, so we now begin part 2…
Same warning applies: Don’t read any further if you don’t want to know gross body stuff (the same will be said about the birth story later).
I am fascinated by numbers and sequences of numbers. It’s a very odd feeling, sometimes, when dealing with numbers and being disappointed or giddy simply because of the sequence they present in.
For example, when closing the store, I use deposit tickets and I look at those numbers and sometimes, I find myself disappointed because I won’t get to use a number because I’m not closing the next night. For example, I would be using ticket number 1233 and be disappointed not to be using 1234.
I like round numbers and prime numbers and √-1. 13 is my lucky number! I like Π and C and XIII. I use Δ daily in my notes. I love the Fibonacci sequence (0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34) and the golden ratio (φ) and seeing it in nature!
Math is the core of our very understanding of everything and anything! Btw, there’s an XKCD for that… there always is!
So I am currently reading Furiously Happy by the Bloggess. In it, near the beginning (as I am trying to savor it), she writes about being unique. I’ve never desired to be unique per se, in fact, at times, I have endeavored to be the exact opposite, one of the guys, etc.
However, Jenny makes a good point, and I’m not just saying that because I’m a Jenny too. Be random, be the most random. And that fits me much better.
I want to blog more. I want to journal more. I want to write more. But with a one year old, it’s hard. With Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, it’s hard. With depression, it’s hard. With back pain, it’s hard. But I need to do it, so here I am. I’m trying. Want to come along with me? It won’t always be fun, but it’ll be one hell of a ride.
To start, I am going to finish Rachel’s birth story. I have most of it written already, it just needs some… finesse.
So, until next time… be random.
It all started with me wanting to know the lyrics to Pop! Goes the Weasel to go along with our Jack-in-the-Box that Rachel got for Christmas.
All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey thought ’twas all in good fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Like many rhymes and songs that we tell and sing to our children, there’s dark connotations attached (see Ring Around the Rosie). But let’s be honest, we don’t expect to have them be true again.
Jimmy’s got the whooping cough
And Timmy’s got the measles
That’s the way the story goes
Pop! goes the weasel.
This article infuriated me. As I posted to Facebook about it, science doesn’t give two shits about your feelings. I don’t care at all if you feel that you shouldn’t put “toxins” in your child. Especially since you’re not doing that if you vaccinate.
Before Rachel, I simply thought these people were idiots. Now, I still feel that way, but I’m angry that they’re getting away with it because my daughter is too young to have the MMR yet and could potentially catch the measles from one of these people’s children. There are currently at least 84 people in 14 states that have the measles that SHOULD NOT HAVE IT. This is the United States. We do not live in a third world country. This disease, like several others, should not be an issue. This is 2015, for God’s sake. I shouldn’t have had to double check that my six month old was getting all of her polio vaccinations in 2015. This is wrong.
There is a chicken pox vaccination. I had the chicken pox in the third grade. I have scars from the chicken pox still and I had it about 30 years ago. My husband had it about 33 years ago. He had to stay at a friend’s house while he had it because his baby brother had just been born. I have fairly detailed memories as to how the chicken pox felt. And there’s a vaccine for that now! That’s amazing! That’s scientific progress in our own generation!
And yet…
Our parents are of an age to remember polio. At one time, it was feared my mother had polio, she didn’t, but the scare was there. The problem is that the people making the decision not to vaccinate their children do not fear.
I suppose with only 84 cases so far in 2015, that doesn’t constitute enough for fear to be a reasonable response. But wait until it looks like this:
Year : Cases of Paralytic Polio
1933 : 5000
1943 : 12,000
1946 : 25,000
1948 : 27,000
1950 : 33,000
1952 : 59,000
[source]
Go ahead, continue not vaccinating. I have my hypothesis about what’ll happen.
Quick book recommendation for those interested: Heavy Words Lightly Thrown: The Reason Behind the Rhyme
Everyone says nine months and then baby. It’s not actually nine months. You get 2 weeks free (before ovulation). However, because it’s actually 40 weeks, that’s TEN months. And that sucks.
Don’t read any further if you don’t want to know gross body stuff (the same will be said about the birth story later). You’ve been warned.
Here’s how baby Rachel came about… (part 1)
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1. Is she out?
2. I wish Mom could have been here.
3. She’s really a girl, right?
4. I’m not pregnant anymore!
5. She has such a pretty voice.
Being the crafty lady that I am, and the thrifty one, I decided that I would make a ring sling rather than spend $50+ on one. If you don’t know what a ring sling is, here’s a picture (not the one I made, obv.).
Paul and I welcomed Rachel Anneka into the world on July 19 at 12:07am.
If you are interested in my pregnancy story or our birth story, stick around, they will be posted.
We’ve been very busy these last eight weeks, getting to know our beautiful little girl and figuring out how to be parents. I’m surprised at how much this has changed my perspectives on all sorts of things, and this blog will reflect that. I will be posting my reviews on the various baby products we have, as well as my experiences as a level 1 mom. The crafty/cat-lady/geek/book-lover stuff will be around too; I haven’t changed that much…
Mom,
Today is your birthday. I tried not to think about it today, but it was hard not to. I wish beyond wishing that you were here to celebrate. So many things have changed since you died and I should have been able to share them all with you. To have you smile your slightly crooked smile about your granddaughter and all the weirdness that pregnancy is bringing me. And laugh about how I’m not enjoying being pregnant at all. And hold her when she comes later this summer.
Part of it hurts because I’m doing this same thing to her that you did to me. And next week it will hurt more, being Mother’s Day. Sometimes I think I’m really insane for doing this to another human being knowing how much pain this will lead to down the road when I’m gone too.
I love you, Mom. And I miss you like crazy.
So, because I haven’t posted in a LONG time and a LOT has happened since the last post, this one will be brief.
It turns out that:
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Baby Rachel, due July 2014!
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