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Strawberries Of Shame
I rolled over and opened my eyes. Still dark, but this was only the third time I’d woken up that night so I wasn’t surprised. I laid still for a moment and tried to discern what the discomfort was.
Because a hungry stomach squished above an ever-expanding uterus doesn’t feel the same as a hungry stomach in its rightful place. And I-have-to-pee from a bladder flattened by a miniature human doesn’t feel the same as I-have-to-pee from a normal-sized bladder. Not to mention I’m new to things like lower back pain and sore shoulders, and sometimes there’s no condition at all – just some residual tension from a swift kick, compliments of the ingrate taking over my body.
After a moment of half-asleep self-diagnosis I concluded that this was the first. This was hunger.
But I’ve never woken up hungry in the middle of the night. This was new, and a little ridiculous, and, thus, couldn’t be real.
I rolled over. I rearranged pillows. I rubbed my abdomen to sooth away bulges (that works), and I reassessed.
Pretty sure I’m starving. Read more…
Painless Childbirth
Driving to work one morning, five or six years ago, I discovered electricity.
Or something close.
I don’t know what I was thinking about, but these two verses came together in my head:
To the woman He said, “I will greatly multiply Your pain in childbirth, In pain you will bring forth children; Yet your desire will be for your husband, And he will rule over you.” (Genesis 3:16)
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. (2 Corinthians 5:17)
I found a co-worker when I got in to the office, another young woman who had been a believer much longer than I had, and explained my newfound revelation.
“Oh ya,” she said, somehow unimpressed at the life-changing wisdom I was bestowing on her. “There’s a book about that.”
Dang it. Too slow.
Years later, when we found out I was pregnant, I found that book. Supernatural Childbirth, by Jackie Mize, has been transforming the experience of fertility, pregnancy and childbirth for women, for decades. It’s simple, thorough, and full of testimonies of women who have applied their faith to conceive against all odds, and had wonderful, drug-free and pain-free deliveries. It’s very inspiring and very encouraging, and full – from front to back – with scripture.
Want to read it? Want a copy to give to a preggo, or a wanna-be-preggo you know? I’ll give you one. Christian Club Member Card not required.
How? Leave a comment, by the end of the day tomorrow, and tell us where you were born. Simple. A winner will be drawn at random on Sunday!
Boobies
This book is seriously amazing.
Today’s give-away: Breastfeeding Made Simple. The woman who taught our natural childbirth class (also seriously amazing, can’t recommend Jen and the Bradley Method enough) gave us a copy of this one, and I’ve read it twice.
The ladies that put this together know their stuff, and their stuff breaks down to Seven Natural Laws of Breastfeeding. They explain each one; they troubleshoot each one. They present research from all over the world on different topics pertaining to each one. It’s remarkably informative.
It’s so informative, actually, I’m a little snobby about boobies now. People love to give pregnant women advice – and they love to tell horror stories and shatter cheerful expectations. More than once I’ve smiled at someone as they told me why breastfeeding is hard, or how much it hurts, or everything that goes wrong – and judged them internally for their ignorance.
Not really. That would be awful. But I do smile, and I am grateful that someone gave me this book because I have answers that a lot of women, unfortunately, don’t, or didn’t, have.
If you’re expecting, nursing, trying to nurse, or know someone who is, this book is seriously required reading. And I’m giving away one copy to one lucky set of boobies.
How can you win it? Leave a comment, by the end of the week, and tell us who the book is for – yourself? A friend? A winner will be drawn at random on Sunday.
Welcome!
Well hey there, good lookin’. Welcome to Spits and Wiggles, the latest in the endless lemming march of Mommy Blogs!
Kick back and I’ll show you around. (This won’t take a minute … ’cause there isn’t much to show yet.) Then, we’ll talk about free stuff.
The Tour
There are a couple of posts below. I’ve been blogging to myself so you would have something to read when you got here. I know, I know. You’re welcome. Read more…
Nudity and Cell Phone Addictions
Know what I love?
My butt cheeks on a thin sheet of tissue paper atop a table.
Not really.
But there I sat for probably 10 to 15 minutes this morning.
Waiting.
There should really be a color code or something for the exam rooms where someone is waiting at least partially nude. Those should get priority. I don’t care what time your appointment was for, my modesty is currently being guarded on all sides by flimsy, white paper. If there were a fire right now, I would have a very serious decision to make. That gets dibs on the doctor’s time. Read more…
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