So, because its happening more and more amongst friends and strangers alike, I felt the need to blog about this appaling act. At first I thought that maybe this was a feeling I felt alone. Am I the only pregnant person who feels violated when somenoe automatically assumes they can rub a part of my body without an invitation? To me, to rub someone, baby in there or not, is an extremely personal thing. I don't rub your belly, or grab your crotch or breast.... well, at least not without an invitation. "But we wanna feel the baby!" they say. Well, one you can't feel the actual baby yet, so you are just rubbing me and two, if you didn't help create the baby you are not entitled to share something that I think is very intimate. That being said, when I get to a stage where others can feel the baby kick, I do invite some friends to feel. But it is a RARE occasion. And friend or not friend (and especially stranger) don't just reach out and touch! It's rude!
I recently searched for blogs or articles from other's that feel the same way and found a wonderful post on one of my new favorite blogger's blogs. If you have time, check it out, andby all means.... don't rub our bellies!
http://suburbanturmoil.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreaded-belly-rub.html
10.2.07
I thought Pregnancy was Supposed to be a Wonderful time?
So, I'm on this pregnancy website this morning because I like to check in occasionally and see what I can be expecting this week. And, I go to the bulletins for other expecting women that are due in July. Well, I read multiple posts about how beautiful pregnancy is, and round bellies are attractive, and this is supposed to be the greatest time of a woman's life. Well, one... I've been through it before so try to bullshit the first timers, and two... what exactly is supposed to be so great?
I understand the whole... it's a miracle that you're creating life, thing but I don't get why I am supposed to feel excited about the process. The whole thing is uncomfortable. I thought... well, maybe I am just bitter because I have been so sick... so I thought I would make a list of the pros and cons of pregnancy.
Cons
I vomit all the time (although less now than in the beginning)
When I can eat, I have to think about what something will taste like coming back up, just in case I vomit.
I wake up throughout the night to pee.
I can't have a beer.
Smells nauseate the hell out of me.
I can't get comfortable sleeping on my stomach anymore.
I can't have soda.
I can't eat my favorite kinds of cheese anymore
I am tired ALL THE TIME
I can't go out and party unless everything is done by 6 p.m.
I can't fit in my cute clothes anymore
I can't get in a sauna to relax my aching muscles.
I HAVE achy muscles
I constantly have crampy feelings because of the adjustments my abdomen is making
I have so much saliva its rediculous
I have to remember to take 3 different medications throughout the day.
My back is killing me!!
I want to rearrange furniture and I can't.
I can't wear my contacts, because for some reason I can't see as well out of them anymore.
I missed my favorite foods over the holidays!
I was so sick I couldn't enjoy the holidays
I was in bed by 8 p.m. on New Year's Eve, except when I woke up to throw up and saw fireworks outside my window.
I hate all the advice that people give me.... you'd think they would stop when it's your second one, but no chance.
I hate needing help because I'm overtired or because I can't lift or do certain things anymore.
All my shoes hurt my feet (and they are so cute)
People I hardly know suddenly want to talk to me. With high squeaky voices of congratulations etc.
All the kicking once the baby is big enough. Corbin really used to hurt me... it's so uncomfortable.
ALL the doctor's appt's that take time out of my work day.
Having nothing else to talk about because its the only thing that going on in your life right now.
I could go on and on.... but I'll stop there for a while.
And before I go into pros of being pregnant, let me just say this is not a pros and cons list for once you actually have the baby. I have many pros for having a child, but it's the actual pregnancy I'm focusing on here, and trust me when I say I'm being generous.
Pros
It is nice when you get to hear the baby's heartbeat.
You can be a little more rude and blame it on hormones.
Ummm..... Can someone else help me out here? Anyone??
Yeah... that's what I thought. I think I have proven my point.
I understand the whole... it's a miracle that you're creating life, thing but I don't get why I am supposed to feel excited about the process. The whole thing is uncomfortable. I thought... well, maybe I am just bitter because I have been so sick... so I thought I would make a list of the pros and cons of pregnancy.
Cons
I vomit all the time (although less now than in the beginning)
When I can eat, I have to think about what something will taste like coming back up, just in case I vomit.
I wake up throughout the night to pee.
I can't have a beer.
Smells nauseate the hell out of me.
I can't get comfortable sleeping on my stomach anymore.
I can't have soda.
I can't eat my favorite kinds of cheese anymore
I am tired ALL THE TIME
I can't go out and party unless everything is done by 6 p.m.
I can't fit in my cute clothes anymore
I can't get in a sauna to relax my aching muscles.
I HAVE achy muscles
I constantly have crampy feelings because of the adjustments my abdomen is making
I have so much saliva its rediculous
I have to remember to take 3 different medications throughout the day.
My back is killing me!!
I want to rearrange furniture and I can't.
I can't wear my contacts, because for some reason I can't see as well out of them anymore.
I missed my favorite foods over the holidays!
I was so sick I couldn't enjoy the holidays
I was in bed by 8 p.m. on New Year's Eve, except when I woke up to throw up and saw fireworks outside my window.
I hate all the advice that people give me.... you'd think they would stop when it's your second one, but no chance.
I hate needing help because I'm overtired or because I can't lift or do certain things anymore.
All my shoes hurt my feet (and they are so cute)
People I hardly know suddenly want to talk to me. With high squeaky voices of congratulations etc.
All the kicking once the baby is big enough. Corbin really used to hurt me... it's so uncomfortable.
ALL the doctor's appt's that take time out of my work day.
Having nothing else to talk about because its the only thing that going on in your life right now.
I could go on and on.... but I'll stop there for a while.
And before I go into pros of being pregnant, let me just say this is not a pros and cons list for once you actually have the baby. I have many pros for having a child, but it's the actual pregnancy I'm focusing on here, and trust me when I say I'm being generous.
Pros
It is nice when you get to hear the baby's heartbeat.
You can be a little more rude and blame it on hormones.
Ummm..... Can someone else help me out here? Anyone??
Yeah... that's what I thought. I think I have proven my point.
7.10.06
The Pretty Girl with the shit car....
This post was originally done on my personal web-page, but seeing as I'm starting a whole new blogging era... I thought I would take the old ones and move them to their new home.
What a shit morning I've had.
Our motor vehicles place has screwed me over with my car. I am currently living overseas and when I arrived here they listed my father as the owner of my vehicle. (their mistake) Even though I tried to get them to fix that the last 3 years every person I saw was too lazy.
SO
I go in to get my annual registration for the car renewed, and I finally get someone who says "you cant register this car you aren't the owner".
Big mess of course. I now have to prove the vehicle is mine with documents from the bank, and credit Union etc. Usually no big deal, all though
"Why?" I asked the stupid motor vehicle people, "Why do I have to prove the car is mine, when my father has never had to prove it was his?"
Hmmmm (almost a deep thought dont ya think?)
Anyway call my credit union etc. to let them know that I'm up shit creek because they won't let me register my car (can't drive a car or get gas on a car that is not registered) and ask them to send the title etc.
Of course, being that my loan is from the credit union on Dover AIR FORCE BASE, serving the military community, you'd think they'd be used to dealing with people who are sent overseas.
"Can you fax the information to me?" I ask..
"We dont have the capability to fax overseas," the cow says.
"Can you scan it in an e-mail it to me?" I ask.
"We don't have the capability to scan," the cow says.
"By the way", she says, "Your insurance has dropped."
"No," I say, "I switched it."
"Well," she says "your new insurance company has not sent us a copy of your new policy. We have sent notices to you (which I didn't receive because they sent them to MY FATHER) she says, "that we are going to re-possess your car."
"So tell me" I say to her in a very sarcastic tone "how are you going to repossess my car in Germany, when you don't even have the capability to send a fax over here?"
The cow actually starts laughing and we get everything straightened out, however, I have to wait for them to MAIL me my paperwork.
In the mean time, this week I have not been able to drive my car. Luckily, the folks said I could use their car.
So I get up this morning and I go to start the car, and it wont start. Something to do with some kind of electric shortage in it or something because I can't do anything automatic in it. I can't unlock the doors automatically, I can't pop the trunk etc.
So, I e-mail my assistant because I can't get a-hold of her by phone, and ask if she can come get me. She calls me on my cell phone in the meantime and tells me she doesn't feel well today and shes not coming in.
FU@K!
So, I get the keys to my mom's ugly green station wagon. I learned to drive on a stick, but have never driven one since then, so I'm very nervous about driving the car. Must get to work though.
So the car starts up fine. I'm driving pretty smoothly. A little scared though about the shifting. I'm handling it superbly though.
Well the car starts puttering and stalling as soon as ..... Wait for it. ........I get on the fast highway with all the morning traffic.
I stalled twice and had to pull over. WTF???? I was scared out of my mind. Not to mention, I'm now the pretty girl on the side of the road with the shitty car.
Brave as I am I start the car up again (twice mind you) and head toward base as I'm almost there. Please, God, let me make it.
It then dawns on me that Mom mentioned something about getting bad gas in the station wagon from AAFES. ARGH!
The car is still puttering, but it does like a big fart sound and then it seems to be going smoothly. I get right past the gate guard on base. And the piece of shit stalls again. I'm so embarrassed. People are staring at me.
But I crank it up again, and make it safely to my office, pissed that I have to make coffee.
*sigh*
It better be a good weekend.
What a shit morning I've had.
Our motor vehicles place has screwed me over with my car. I am currently living overseas and when I arrived here they listed my father as the owner of my vehicle. (their mistake) Even though I tried to get them to fix that the last 3 years every person I saw was too lazy.
SO
I go in to get my annual registration for the car renewed, and I finally get someone who says "you cant register this car you aren't the owner".
Big mess of course. I now have to prove the vehicle is mine with documents from the bank, and credit Union etc. Usually no big deal, all though
"Why?" I asked the stupid motor vehicle people, "Why do I have to prove the car is mine, when my father has never had to prove it was his?"
Hmmmm (almost a deep thought dont ya think?)
Anyway call my credit union etc. to let them know that I'm up shit creek because they won't let me register my car (can't drive a car or get gas on a car that is not registered) and ask them to send the title etc.
Of course, being that my loan is from the credit union on Dover AIR FORCE BASE, serving the military community, you'd think they'd be used to dealing with people who are sent overseas.
"Can you fax the information to me?" I ask..
"We dont have the capability to fax overseas," the cow says.
"Can you scan it in an e-mail it to me?" I ask.
"We don't have the capability to scan," the cow says.
"By the way", she says, "Your insurance has dropped."
"No," I say, "I switched it."
"Well," she says "your new insurance company has not sent us a copy of your new policy. We have sent notices to you (which I didn't receive because they sent them to MY FATHER) she says, "that we are going to re-possess your car."
"So tell me" I say to her in a very sarcastic tone "how are you going to repossess my car in Germany, when you don't even have the capability to send a fax over here?"
The cow actually starts laughing and we get everything straightened out, however, I have to wait for them to MAIL me my paperwork.
In the mean time, this week I have not been able to drive my car. Luckily, the folks said I could use their car.
So I get up this morning and I go to start the car, and it wont start. Something to do with some kind of electric shortage in it or something because I can't do anything automatic in it. I can't unlock the doors automatically, I can't pop the trunk etc.
So, I e-mail my assistant because I can't get a-hold of her by phone, and ask if she can come get me. She calls me on my cell phone in the meantime and tells me she doesn't feel well today and shes not coming in.
FU@K!
So, I get the keys to my mom's ugly green station wagon. I learned to drive on a stick, but have never driven one since then, so I'm very nervous about driving the car. Must get to work though.
So the car starts up fine. I'm driving pretty smoothly. A little scared though about the shifting. I'm handling it superbly though.
Well the car starts puttering and stalling as soon as ..... Wait for it. ........I get on the fast highway with all the morning traffic.
I stalled twice and had to pull over. WTF???? I was scared out of my mind. Not to mention, I'm now the pretty girl on the side of the road with the shitty car.
Brave as I am I start the car up again (twice mind you) and head toward base as I'm almost there. Please, God, let me make it.
It then dawns on me that Mom mentioned something about getting bad gas in the station wagon from AAFES. ARGH!
The car is still puttering, but it does like a big fart sound and then it seems to be going smoothly. I get right past the gate guard on base. And the piece of shit stalls again. I'm so embarrassed. People are staring at me.
But I crank it up again, and make it safely to my office, pissed that I have to make coffee.
*sigh*
It better be a good weekend.
10.6.06
Sweaty Ass
So I'm sitting in my desk chair... I have to pee extremely bad, yet... I'm willing to torture myself and not go to the restroom simply because I don't like the sound that this leather chair makes when I have to rip my sweaty ass from it. Come on now... we are not in a third world country... when will Germany get central air conditioning? Sure... it never used to get over 80 degrees here in the summer.... that was 15 years ago!!! It gets hot now. FREQUENTLY. I cannot concentrate at work because thinking just makes me sweat more. So, I'm currently sitting with the door closed, the lights off, and I have my long cotton skirt hiked up. My shoes are off too, because my feet are sweaty as well. Hope no one walks in.
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