My Life as A Radical Whore/Madonna

I woke up at 4:30 this morning to discover that my cottage cheese had acquired a most unpleasant flavour. That sucks. It looked fine, no mold or anything. I had some juice and swiss cheese and water.

So I’m tired. I was called by the babysitting job parents at 6:30 this morning to work in a pinch - the mom had to go into work on her usual day off. Luckily I was awake. I would’ve said no, but we need the cash, so instead of going back to sleep, I washed myself and went off to look after baby. It’s annoying to feel like you’re at someone’s beck and call, but we do what we must.

This weekend was nice. On Friday I had a fun ice cream date with Anita, and later Angie and Roz had Ian and I over for a lovely dinner at their great new apartment. I spent a lot of time on the HipMama blogs on Saturday. I realized after punking out on Anita (sorry Anita) that I am NOT the Prego Party Mama that I envisioned. At least, not much. I envisioned myself getting dressed up kind of sexy and going out and dancing and stuff, but then all I could think about was how I was going to have to ride the train home late by myself. My mother’s been wishing I would think like this for years, now it’s happening. But yeah, my brain/body isn’t too keen on late nights and crowds of people these days. This issue came up in our first prenatal class, and was described as being pretty normal, part of the process. It makes sense, I suppose. I’ve felt more and more vulnerable as the pregnancy has progressed - it follows that I would become more and more socially cautious. Sunday was church, then the Parade with friends Tony & Emily and Co. Pregnant ladies - never let a drunk person touch your belly: they will keep rubbing it and rubbing it. It’s weird. But it was fun going to the parade, though we stayed there longer than I really wanted to. But we were there with nice, fun people who we like, so it was okay. Also, we had access to air conditioning in one of the shops along the parade route, so that helped immensely.

After the parade, and a stopover for some most scrumptious fritatta by Mr. Tony, we trekked (and briefly rode in a cab) on over to our prenatal class. I enjoyed it - the other couples seemed nice enough, not too quiet. I tried to be kind of quiet and subtle about being a doula and general birth-world person - I think I did a pretty good job. We talked about feelings associated with birth and how to deal with them, and various societal views of birth. Ian brought up some good points about how fathers and partners are treated in the pregnancy/birth process. We saw a couple of videos - pretty standard stuff, but I enjoyed being on this side of the process. Ian experienced some annoyances, but I think it was pretty cool for him overall. I look forward to the rest of the class series, and it’s cool to have Natalie as the instructor. And she was kind enough to give us a ride home afterward.

What else - today was long. My body is sore for reasons I am unsure of (I suspect it’s pregnancy related). I feel sticky and itchy and tired. Ian cooked a nice dinner (though I didn’t finish my green beans - I’ll eat them later). My body is tired. I tried to lay down, but couldn’t quite get to sleep. Then Ian went and got some ice cream (his idea, not mine, though I supported it fully) and I had some of that. Chocolate chip cookie dough. So I guess I won’t sleep for a while. Maybe I’ll take a nice shower. That always helps. Yeah.

Anyway, if I have anything else noteworthy to say, I’ve forgotten it. Have a good week everyone.

Atena Oyadi

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