posted by Picky Picky @ 11:04 r.n.
Dé Céadaoin, Samhain 22, 2006
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3 Comments:
As a woman I have to get this off my chesty chest. I am thankful for children and childbirth. Thank Gawd for my uterus!!!
Thank you for giving me a safe place to share. Bless you all.
I have a pony too, but I gotta talk about something other than my pony right now.
Pregnant women today make me sick. With all their whining about maternity leave and pregnancy accommodations, it's no wonder women aren't respected in the workplace—so choosy about where and when they will have a baby. Not me.
I'm a working woman with a busy schedule, but as far as I'm concerned, childbirth is about the experience, not the location. I couldn't be more willing to give birth in the backseat of a speeding taxi, in an elevator stuck between floors, or on an airplane bound for Chicago. No emergency landings necessary, just give me a pillow and an aisle seat and Plooosh! I'll pop that sucker out before we hit cruising altitude.
Slap it, snip it, and pass the pretzels, thank you very much.
The miracle of life doesn't always come in a convenient birthing suite with a bunch of doctors and expensive, sterile equipment. Sometimes it occurs in the midst of empty boxes in the storeroom of a major department store and you just have to roll with the punches, like I did with my daughter Macy. I'd do it all again too, if I were welcome back at that particular mall. Truth be told, part of me wants to feel my cervix dilate to 10 centimeters in a Banana Republic. Upscale.
Maybe it's just my maternal instinct talking, but I wouldn't think twice about giving birth in the back of a freezer truck delivering frozen peas to Montana.
Hell, I'm hard-pressed to come up with somewhere I wouldn't expel an infant from my uterus. Sure I'd like it if my mother were there, but if she doesn't happen to be by my side when my water breaks courtside during the playoffs at the Garden, then so be it. Life is too precious to deny just because I don't feel "comfortable" in a particular Arby's restroom.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone
*smooches*
Becky!
what is going on?
Who is this person?
listen! i put some real effort into my fake postings on catherine's fake blog. ripping off other publications is not funny, requires no energy, shows neither originality nor creativity, and is actually quite lame. posting fake, fake postings on a fake blog really cheapens the whole illegitimate enterprise. i mean what if we all started to just rob ideas from every tom, dick, and harry publication floating about the ether? how would we feel if our political leadership decided to "steal" the resources of other countries, directly pocketing the profits and otherwise reaping the bounty for themselves? how would we react as a country to such an outrageous miscarriage of the public trust? people would be protesting in the streets! we as americans would not stand for it! i think we should try to act like americans here, writing our own anonymous, clever fake responses and reactions to catherine's ersatz blogster persona. It really is the american way. now that's off my chest i can go back to downloading porn. happy thanksgiving and god bless america!
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