Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Relax - Cool Your Jets

I had an upsetting doctor's appointment today.  Nothing's wrong with Bean, don't worry!  Bean's fine, but apparently, his mother hasn't been taking as good of care of herself as she should.

I can't believe it, seriously.  I feel like I've been doing everything right, and I've been so proud of myself for how how much I've been able to do, how healthy I feel I've been, how good I've felt for the majority of this pregnancy.  But I guess it wasn't enough.

I have to slow down.  Apparently, I am anemic so now I need to take iron supplements.  I need to sleep more, rest more, do *nothing* more.  I have to reduce hours at work.  I need to stay off my feet.  I need to relax and remain stress-free. 
Stress-free?  Has this woman MET me?!  I'm never stress-free. 

And these newfound guidelines have me even more stressed out than before.  Reduced hours at work?  How is that going to work?  Resting more?  But I have things to DO. 

I feel powerless and out of control.  And we all know that I do not like it when I am not in control.  I am emotional and kind of freaking out and feeling sorry for myself.  And at the same time, I am tired.  I am just so tired. 

Being a woman is exhausting. 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Don't Worry, Mommy

I read this Dan Savage article at lunch today, and I cried. 

The It Gets Better Project is about hope.  The article and the videos are messages of hope and futures and the-best-is-yet-to-come.  And I understand that and appreciate those that participated in this project.  But as I read the article and thought about Justin & Billy while simultaneously feeling my little guy kick and flip, I could not help crying. 

As I prepare for my new role as a mother, I find myself feeling these stories on a much deeper level than before.  I consider the possibilities in a much different way.  What if I (God Forbid, Knock On Wood, Shut Your Mouth) discovered my child as Justin & Billy's Mothers did?  What if my kid is bullied or picked on or beat up?  What if my kid is the one doing the bullying?  What if I can't protect him from this cruel world?  What if I protect him too much?  What if, what if, what if?

Along with a brand new name, this little worrywort has a whole new list of worries.