Pushy, pushy, pushy

A former coworker just left me a comment on my Facebook page (yes, I know) about the fact that I am a fan of Planned Parenthood. She said it's interesting that I'm still pro-choice now that I'm pregnant. Now, she didn't mean it as "oh, that is truly interesting". She meant "that's callous and you'll figure it out eventually".

Why is it that some women assume that having children is the benchmark of whether or not one is pro or anti choice? I don't get it. I told her that I'm actually more resolved than ever in my pro-choice stance now that I know the joy of planning for a child. I wouldn't dream of pushing my beliefs that belong in a church on anyone else, so the thought of my government or anyone else doing that to me is disgusting.

I doubt there will be further comment. She asked me a couple of days ago why I changed my middle name to Hussein. (You can make your display name on Facebook anything you want, and there are thousands of members who have changed their middle names to Hussein as a show of support for Obama.) When I told her it was an Obama reference she didn't reply.

I am almost always open to a discussion about my beliefs and my politics. I don't understand those who ask antagonistic questions only to clam up when the answer is provided. It's like she's looking for a reason to dislike me based on my views. I happen to think her conservative Christian beliefs are utter shite, but I'd still be open to talking to her about them and they don't make me dislike her. I just don't get it.

Really assy

A couple of years ago Matthew was really sick. I kept asking him what his symptoms were and how he felt so I could figure out how to take care of him. He was so despondent and ill that he just kept saying, "I don't know, I just feel really... I feel really... I don't know - assy!"

Well, that's me now. I feel really assy. Been fighting what I thought was a cold for what is now the 3rd week. The coughing got progressively worse this weekend. I'm now wheezing and sometimes it's hard to breathe when I lay down. I woke up coughing last night so hard that I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Twice. I coughed myself into puking. Ick. Major ick.

I'm trying to get an appt with my doctor today because this is crazy stuff. A doctor friend thinks it's walking pneumonia. Great. My first concern was the kidlet, but he tells me that the placenta is a magical organ and women grow them for very good reasons. The best reason right now is that it keeps the baby healthy and free from my mommy ickies.

Gotta go shower. The steam makes my lungs feel a little better.


UPDATE: It's bronchitis. My doc called my midwife and we had a conference about what I am allowed to take as far as medicines go in my pregnant state. Right now I'm on an antibiotic, a cough suppressant, a bronchial inhaler, and a nasal spray. Sheesh! The good news is I'll be feeling far better by tomorrow evening. The bad news is that until then I'll just have to deal with feeling assy.

Compare and Contrast

Remember back in school when you had to compare and contrast things? Usually it was a writing exercise. I'd like to base a compare/contrast writing exercise on the following 2 images. They pretty much sum up everything you need to know about this election.





I put my support behind the guy who works so hard he wears through his shoes. That's real America.

19 weeks

19 weeks. Baby loves the kitchen.

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Another day, another... book?

Ever think your job is tough? Feel like staying in bed instead of trudging to your office some days? Don't want to brave the summer heat, the autumnal rains, the winter snow to trek to your car or your train or your bus? I have those days. I have those days and I rarely think of how hard it is for other people to get to their jobs... jobs that actually make a difference to the world instead of my corporate office gig.

This article in today's New York Times is amazing. It just goes to show that one person with a good idea can change peoples' lives. I'm talking real change, unaffected by politics and red tape, real change that sparks ideas and gives hope.

Biblioburro. I'm inspired. How about you?

Melissa is here, Melissa is here!

You know what I love? When celebs poke fun at and and make complete asses of themselves for the sake of a laugh.

I had to go to a meeting in New Jersey today, so I am working from home for the rest of the afternoon. I turned on the TV while I send out my last few work-related emails and the Ellen DeGeneres show is on. She showed this clip from earlier in the week and it made me laugh so hard I had my first experience with what they call "mild pregnancy incontinence". Yes folks, I peed a little from laughing my booty off. That in itself is almost as funny as the video below.

Happy Friday! Have a laugh.



P.S. How amazingly hot is Dennis Quaid? Hubba hubba!! I don't know if it's the hormones talking or what, but that is a tasty piece of man.

Public, Six-Pack, Plumber...

Joe knows. Joe knows politics.

It certainly seems that McCain doesn't. I'm watching the debate right now and he is incapable of putting forth a coherent, sane, logical answer to any of these questions.

I'm trying very hard not to throw things at the television.

I keep hearing Obama speak calmly and clearly, even admitting mistakes... and McCain just snickers as if the entire audience is in on some inside joke, he interrupts, he won't allow Obama to get a word in edgewise. He has continually cut Obama off when he asserts he is not a terrorist. Obama is trying to explain Congressman Lewis's (who I respect very much and had the pleasure of dining with several years back at a fundraiser in DC) recent remarks and McCain continues to interrupt and talk over him. He is doing nothing but spreading the same kind of unfounded rhetoric that put him in hot water today in the New York Times.

Bob Shieffer is giving him room to hang himself. For pete's sake, McCain just said Palin is a "role model for women"! What kind of women, I wonder? Backwoods, uneducated, unmotivated, small-minded, violent, uncaring women? Those are the only ones I can think of who would support Palin's decision to make women in Alaska PAY FOR THEIR OWN RAPE KITS.

I must say, I'm enjoying being a spectator at this gladiator match. I can't wait until they release the lions to feast on the loser's remains.

Excuse me?

Where the hell has my blogroll gone???

UPDATE: apparently posting a complaint makes the blogroll come back within 5 minutes. Nice!

17 weeks

17 weeks. Getting the baby used to my favorite room... The kitchen!

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Cheeeeeeeeese

So, this weekend at my friends' wedding I was, like, totally wasted and stuff. Yeah, man. I got so bombed on cranberry seltzer...

Being the pregnant one is weird. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome and amazing and gratifying. But, it's also strange and limiting in some ways. Those ways are, of course, teensy weensy and completely inconsequential in the grand scheme, however, they're annoying in the present moment.

Take, for instance, the cranberry seltzer. I enjoy cranberry seltzer just as much as the next gal, but a bourbon on the rocks would have been nice. Just one. Or maybe one of the goat cheese hors d'oeuvres. That would have been tasty. Bourbon and unpasteurized/soft cheeses are off-limits. By the time I get to have some brie and wine again it will have been at least a year and a half since the last time. Weird!

I'm beyond thrilled to be having this baby. Really, I am. We heard the heartbeat again last night. Amazing. So yeah, I'm thrilled, but I really miss my cheeses.

Happy Friday!

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
— Thich Nhat Hanh

Isn't that great?