What I love today:
*Reunions with long-lost cousins who weren't really lost, just living a similar busy life.
*Long phone calls with my international life-long friend (literally. We've known each other since her birth; I'm 2 1/2 months older) and my national glad-we-found-each-other-even-if-it-was-via-cyberspace new life-long friend.
*Furnace companies who get everything replaced and inspected and cleaned for less than 200 bucks.
*Jewelry insurance (I just noticed my wedding ring, and one of my diamonds is missing! It's a small one --not the solitaire --but still...).
*The author Connie Willis.
*Brandon's homemade salsa.
What I don't love today:
*Rowdy neighborhood boys to remind me that I will have a life full of rowdy neighborhood boys. Note to self: Learn to deal.
*A screaming toddler.
*Play dough --the cause of the screaming toddler. Because I wouldn't let him play with it near the carpet. Or downstairs. Or allow him to eat it.
*Giving up my nap for the rowdy neighborhood boys.
*Coming up with something to fix for dinner (it's 5:47PM and I still don't know what to make).
Deep Thoughtage. Or Something:
1. I'm still surprised at people's reactions when I tell them I'm giving birth at home. It's never the same. I've been accused of wanting to kill my child and myself, I've been met with surprise and interest, I've been told I'm brave and special and courageous and strong, I've been pleasantly happy to meet other homebirthers. Irony: the people who know me and understand me and love me the most are the most worried. I find this offensive, because if they knew me, they would know I'm intelligent and do my research. They should be the ones to have faith in me and my decisions. But then again, I am greeted with the most dismissive hostility from people who don't know me at all. So. Whatever.
I'm also surprised how much I don't talk about it anymore. I've come to some conclusions: A. I realize it's not my mission in life to convince other people to make that decision. I'm here if they need information or would like to know why we've chosen home birth, but I'm not going to be a vigilante for something someone may not be interested in. And B. I don't really care about their opinions about me, my body, my baby, my husband, my homebirth choice. They didn't go on my journey with me; they don't know of my experiences. Why would they understand? I'm confident in my decision. So is Brandon. That's all that matters.
2. I want Mitt Romney to win (and I wanted Cain as his VP, but not now), but I don't want to donate to Romney anymore. I've done my share. My next share will be voting for him in the primary. Stop asking me for money! Just because I donated in the past doesn't mean I can afford to donate now. Sheesh.
3. It seems that I'm only of a few who still lie to my children about Santa Claus. Interesting.
4. I will have a daughter in Young Women's in 18 months. I hear it's all a roller-coaster speeding down the track after that --is it okay I feel ready? Weird, but ready? Not scared?
5. I think too randomly now-a-days. What in the world could you comment on in this post, dear reader? You could talk about your teenager growing up too fast, or about how you don't lie about Santa Claus, or how I'm going to kill myself and my child for giving birth at home (in the water, GASP!), or maybe you could talk about how your furnace guy charged you at LEAST 200 bucks!
Or not. I'm okay, either way.
P.S. How I feel about Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving: