Wednesday, October 29, 2014
I was watching the news this morning and saw the Today Show did a story about a woman in NYC who taped herself walking throughout the city and documenting how many times she got cat called by men. Now, this wasn’t shocking or earth shattering news, however, it’s quite interesting to think about this on a broader scale. If you think about it, people feel entitled and inclined to do and say whatever the hell they want. OK, so we know that freedom of speech is your first amendment right, and within reason, pending you abide by the law you can do what you want as well. But is there a line drawn for that or rather, should there be? In the story with the woman in NYC, there was a man that literally walked right next to her for at least 5 minutes and didn’t say a word. He just creepily followed her and walked right next to her. A bit much? I’d say so. Shouldn’t a line be drawn when it comes to personal space and respect? Is it a cultural thing? Perhaps it’s just a person being oblivious. I don’t really know. What I do know is that one of my wife’s biggest complaints throughout her pregnancy was people feeling entitled or inclined to touch her belly at their leisure. My wife is a very private person and isn’t into the whole touchy feely thing in general, let alone perfect strangers touching her, so this proved to be quite challenging for her. Don’t get me wrong, my wife was a REALLY good sport when it came to friends and family wanting to touch her belly and feel the baby but again, there has to be a line drawn on this.
I recall my wife telling me about one of her work colleagues that is just that, a work colleague, nothing more, who literally walked right up to her, didn’t say a word, and literally just started fondling her belly. She described it as one of the most uncomfortable and awkward experiences ever, and I can imagine why. Would you walk up to a stranger and just start rubbing their belly if they weren’t pregnant? Nope, I doubt it, unless you were a sadist and wanted to get punched in the face. It’s just not proper “people” etiquette to walk around rubbing people’s stomachs and a woman who is pregnant is no exception to the rule as far as I’m concerned. If you really must, I suppose asking for permission is acceptable but that also puts the mom to be in a pretty awkward position as well. What’s she supposed to say upon your request, “No, you may not touch my belly” and risk sounding like a hormonal bizatch? Ok, well chances are she is hormonal but not necessarily a bizatch and reserves the right to not have her pregnant belly accosted.
On a personal note, I want to wish my beautiful wife a happy birthday. It was a few days ago and because she is so amazing and such a good sport about letting me write this blog, I thought at the very least, she deserved a little shout out :)
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Ok, don’t be alarmed by the title of this blog. Ok, well maybe you should be a little alarmed. This is one of those stories that I just HAD to share. It’s too hilarious not to. I mentioned in a previous post about getting my wife a prenatal facial and this event was actually while my wife was having another facial with a different woman. The woman I made the appointment for her with is French and knows skin more than anyone I have ever met. She’s an incredible esthetician. She also happened to be pregnant as well so her and my wife had lots of stories to compare and chat about. I picked my wife up from the facial and we were chatting as usual and then she began telling me one of the most hilarious and awkward things I have ever heard. Here goes nothing.
So, as my wife and esthetician were trading stories about the horrors of pregnancy, giving birth, etc… and were also sharing advice and “trade secrets”, the esthetician began talking about using coconut oil, but not in the way you might think. I’m sure your first thought was what mine was and that would be using coconut oil for stretch marks. Well, the esthetician had a different kind of use for the coconut oil. She proceeded to tell my wife that it was extremely good to rub coconut oil on your labia and perineum. She went on to explain that you should “go home, sit and relax on the couch and rub a little coconut oil on your labia and perineum every night” to help with tearing during labor. I legit cannot even imagine how my wife kept her shit together while the esthetician was sharing this story. That means, A)she rubs her labia and perineum on the regular and B) she felt comfortable enough to talk about that as if it was totally normal. Can you imagine coming home from work and finding your partner sitting on the couch, all out there, rubbing coconut oil on her lady parts like there’s nothing to see here??! Yeah, I don’t think so. Needless to say, my wife and I had quite a laugh. I can also assure you that my wife decided not to take this friendly advice and her labia and perineum are just fine :)
Isn’t it amazing the things people feel inclined and comfortable sharing and doing when pregnant or when they see a pregnant person? Don’t even get me going on touching a pregnant belly. I’ll save that topic for next week!
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
I saw someone posted on FB about a NHL hockey player that admittedly farts in front of the net to try and distract the goalie and it prompted me to recall farts and gas during pregnancy. Ohhh another lovely topic I have no problem covering in this blog! I told you I keep it real. Not sure what’s more real than farts, pooping or lack thereof pooping.
Farting in general is a part of life. I know there is a distinctly different standpoint on farting depending on who you are talking to. Some people are “all out there” farters. They have NO shame in farting anywhere, anytime, or in front of anyone. Then you have the “closet” farters. These are people that fart (because everyone does) but will avoid talking about farting or actually farting in front of anyone. Not everyone likes to talk about their farts, ok? Finally, you have the “secret” farters. These are people that are in straight up denial about farting. They often say things like “I don’t ever fart”. Listen, that’s a bold faced lie and you know it just as much as everyone else does. Secret farters will deny farting until the day they die (or emplode due to lack of passing gas when need be).
So, since we have clearly established that all people fart, we can now touch upon farting when pregnant. It’s basically as common and standard as using toilet paper when you wipe. One just doesn’t happen without the other. Not only are you farting more often during pregnancy but the stench is a bit more, shall we say, pungent? Yup, like it or not, you are going to produce some stink bombs. Literally. Which brings me to pooping. I think it’s safe to say that the same categories I mentioned for farting also apply to poopers. For pregnant women, you are going to go through phases of pooping so much your butt hurts to not being able to poop for a week. I know, it’s gross. I get it. But, it’s a part of life and a part of pregnancy. So pregnant ladies, don’t be ashamed to buy your Preparation H or have a mini celebration when you take a shit. Both are worthy :)
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
This is by far my favorite blog entry to date. Don’t get me wrong. I love writing about hearing my baby’s heartbeat and seeing her sesame seed face on the ultrasound, however, is there anything better to write about than BOOBS?! I think not.
Boobs are a huge part of pregnancy, in more ways than one. Women, like my wife, often worry that after pregnancy their boobs will never be the same. I think of the song “Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow…” (replace ears with boobs). The fear is that their boobs will change colors, shapes, sizes, hang low and never go back. Well, I can’t say some or all of this won’t happen, however, boobs getting bigger is straight up awesome. Now, not to put my wife’s business out there (oh wait, I do that every week), but before she was pregnant, her boobs were a size G. Yes, a G. You read that right. She is a small girl with huge boobies (one of the many reasons I put a ring on it). So starting off with a size G boobs has to be a bit daunting once you get pregnant. It’s a given that your boobs are going to get bigger. I mean, they feed your child so naturally that milk has to be held somewhere and it ain’t in your booty. My wife had extremely sensitive boobs before she got pregnant and there was a huge concern that she wouldn’t be able to breast feed because she wouldn’t be able to handle the pain. Also, she feared suffocating our baby with her enlarged and engorged G+ boobs. Totally natural fear, I’m sure ;) Watching the changes in my wife’s boobs throughout her pregnancy was pretty cool. I mean, she had porno boobs. Not a bad sight to look at for 9 months! I will fully admit, yes ladies, your boobs will change. Your areolas will most likely get bigger and darker and your nipples will start forming some yellowish crusty stuff (sounds gross but that is your liquid gold aka colostrum). The fun doesn’t stop there. Once the baby is born, your boobs will no longer be your own. They belong to your beloved baby. They will likely chafe, bleed, crack and be sore as fuck. BUT, despite the pain and awfulness I am describing, the mere thought that milk from your boobs is feeding and nourishing your child is so freaking cool and awesome, nothing else really matters. At least for my wife it didn’t. My wife is a god damn trooper. That’s all I gotta say about that. Oh, and her boobs look fantastic post-pregnancy and post breast feeding. So, perhaps there is a small light at the end of the booby tunnel. Happy maternity bra and breast pad shopping :)