If it was called “puncture”, I don’t think it would be as appealing. “I’m going to see my puncturist” sounds like I’m making a visit to some weird back yard circus to get my freak on. Even though I AM going to LITERALLY be puntured, “I’m going to see my acupuncturist” sounds much more civilized.
One of the many things I did to help get my big baby belly on, was to visit an acupuncturist. And WOW did I find the right person for the job. I can walk in there a tightly wound stress ball and walk out a streaming puddle of goo. She’s like magic.
I was introduced to this idea by several women. I met so many that said they had seen an acupunturist in order to get pregnant that I lost count. It seemed like everyone was doing it! Where had I been? How did I not hear about this before? Oh, I know, because it wasn’t part of my conversations. Why would something like that come up unless I was seeking it. That’s just how the universe works.
I’m happy there are women out there who share their personal journeys with others so we can all benefit. Women who are embarassed, or trying to appear perfect, or just hoarding good news to themselves can go to hell! Or at least go to some some deserted island. Where they can sit around giving each other the stink eye all day. I say get over yourself! We’re all in this (life) together. We may as well help each other out instead of holding each other back.
When I introduced you to my inner 80 year-old man, I mentioned how I like my coffee black. OK, yes I do enjoy the occasional flavored latte, but if I’m just getting straight up coffee, black please. Well, I stopped drinking caffeine in May 2010, which is the same time I stopped drinking wine. All a part of my effort to get pregnant. The wine, I’m definitely going back to once the baby is born, but the caffeine, I think I’ll leave behind.
I sold real estate in my early 20’s and started drinking coffee then. It just seemed like the thing to do since everyone was doing it! Office meetings, broker opens, meeting a new client, and everything else, seemed to revolve around “getting a coffee”. I also taught real estate courses for the new victims who wanted their own shake at the real estate world, and THAT involved drinking coffee. It’s like a requirement. Like being a cop. Coffee and doughnuts are a must.
So I plan to leave the caffeine behind not only because I don’t NEED it, but I’m somewhat of a normal person without it. A little caffeine and I’m in such a hurry I don’t have time for anything. You know what I mean? When you are so full of energy, you feel like you can do a million things, but you can’t concentrate or focus on just ONE of them, so NOTHING gets done? No? Well, I do know that. All too well.
Joe says I wake up like one of those dolls that have eyes that open and close. One second their closed and the next, wide open with no groggy in between. It’s sort of true. I’m asleep. And then I’m awake and ready to run. Literally. I used to exercise first thing when I woke up. Now I try to fake being normal and hang out withe some decaf or herbal tea before I take off out the door for some exercise. Why I was ever drinking coffee on top of THAT energy? I don’t know. Habit. As they say, habits are hard to break. Especially when I don’t give them ANY thought whatsoever and years later, I’m pouring cups of coffee without even realizing it.
But, talk to me after the baby is born and I’m sleep deprived. Who knows. I may just need a sip here and there.
I have some sort of addiction to metal objects. I’m not sure why or what it means, but I have several metal objects for decor in the house and I would have more, if I didn’t force myself to sit on my hands and not make the purchase everytime I see one I like! But, on this one, there was no stopping me.
This was a find at the Goodwill on my last visit there where I was almost arrested for inappropriate behavior. Puleez!
It’s for the baby room. I don’t plan to decorate in any sort of “baby” theme. I mean, he won’t be a baby forever. Before I know it, he’ll be rolling his eyes at every word I say and asking for the car keys, so I’m going to decorate in a way that will hopefully last a few years before he has his own stupid ideas opinions about what his room should look like.
I got a call to work in a scene with Dustin Hoffman on his new HBO series ‘Luck’. I wanted to just say Yes, and show up with my pregnant belly all over the place and let them shoot around it. But I didn’t. I just didn’t feel right not telling them. I guess that’s part of my downfall. I’m too honest for this town. I said “Yes, I’m available, but I’m pregnant. Does that kill the deal?” And of course he said “Yeah, that kills the deal.”
No, you’re not supposed to descriminate against pregnant women in the work place. But, here in Hollywood, they can descriminate against you for anything. It’s part of the Artistic License. They can decide they don’t like your nappy hair. Your a size 6 and they only have wardrobe for a size 4. You look like their ex-wife. You’re too tall at 5’9″ because Dustin is only 5’5″.
And when have you seen pregnant women in film or television when the story line isn’t specifically about pregnancy? Or the pregnant woman isn’t one in some sort of crazy labor pains for dramatic effect? When do you just see a woman in a scene that happens to be pregnant without it being mentioned? I can’t think of any.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not crying here. There is a long list of types that are not represented in film and television. But… I’m just sayin’.
Being pregnant has so far been much easier than GETTING pregnant. An amazing discovery for me, was that you don’t just hop in the sack, get it on and two weeks later find out your pregnant. What am I a virgin? Never had sex-ed? No and no, but it always seemed like everyone was so bent out of shape about using birth control that I sort of formed an assumption over all these years that getting pregnant must be REALLY, REALLY easy. Like don’t even THINK about doing it without birth control!
Now, I suppose there are those that get pregnant “by mistake”. But according to the Infertility Dr. we met with, that’s far from the usual. He says “Yes, mistakes happen, but only when you are repeatedly having sex without birth control. But the ONE time? Not likely, since even when you have sex on the day of ovulation, you have only a 25% chance you’ll get pregnant.” Based on THAT, I’m surprised anyone EVER gets pregnant.
After having begun my journey of getting pregnant with the assumption that I’d only have to do it once without birth control, I have learned A LOT of interesting things along the way and I’ll share them with you here, so stay tuned!
