Birth Orgasms & Other Explosions…
I’m so excited! I’ve been doing research on sexuality in pregnancy and childbirth, and have gotten some great info (many thanks to the Hip Mama community)! It’s been totally inspiring. If you’ll notice the ‘Of Interest’ section to your right, there’s a new link labeled Ecstatic, Orgasmic Birth. Check that out if you want to read cool stories of women not only enjoying birth, but REALLY enjoying birth. Seriously, maybe everyone wouldn’t be so goddamn afraid of childbirth if people knew stuff like this is possible. Well, I’m spreadin’ the good word. Go forth! Read the birth orgasm stories!
Good news regarding the baby shower - a location has been found and a date set in early September. There are many naysayers that insist that I won’t make it to September, i.e. our child will be born sooner than the Expected Date of Delivery, which is possible. I hope not, though. Not that I don’t want baby to come, just that we can use all of the prep time we can get. And I would prefer that the baby be born after the shower. I guess we’ll see. But we’ve got a free, nice, centrally located venue for the party, and that’s great. Thanks to my aunt Betty for setting that up, and to both aunts Betty and Neecy for planning the celebration.
We’ve been breaking in our new breadmaker. It isn’t brand new - it was a gently used gift from Angie and Roz, but it’s new to us! It’s so cool - I’ve made 2 loaves and Ian made one last night. SO YUMMY! I made oatmeal applesauce bread, which was light and very springy - Ian made an experimental sourdough loaf from a yeasty concoction he’s been brewing for a few days. It was dense and hearty - all very enjoyable. I know the machine isn’t the hardcore way to make bread, especially for people like my mom, who spend years perfecting their bread formula, but it’s great for me because I wouldn’t make bread otherwise. So, ha!
Luther Vandross died. That’s sad. Ian and I hung out at my aunt Betty’s house for BBQ on Sunday and his songs were playing on the radio station all day. I had forgotten how many of those songs I know and how much I like them.
What else - Ah yes, the 4th of July (aka Blow Shit Up In Loud, Possibly Colorful Ways) weekend… Well, when we were out in ‘Burbia on Sunday, there were fireworks that sounded like artillary. I figured there couldn’t be much military incentive to attack Chicago Heights, so I was only slightly alarmed by the rapid intensity of the earth-vibrating explosions. These are the times when I wish there was more rooftop access in the world, because while I can be rattled by the barrage of loud noises, the shock is somewhat lessened when I am distracted by pretty, sparkly lights. But with all the trees and buildings, it was hard to see. Last night, after a delicious dinner with some Antioch peeps (as in people, not marshmallow atrocities), hosted by the gracious Jilana and Dean, somehow our dinner party acquired two boxes of pyrotechnic explosives, and we somehow ended up in the alley behind their apartment watching ourselves ignite them. SO MUCH FUN! As I mentioned, loud, sudden noises do make me nervous, and I spent a good amount of time squealing, covering my ears, and backing away (especially when someone lit ‘The Screamer’), but I couldn’t help but be delighted! Especially ’cause if you looked in either direction down the alley, or over the rooftops, everyone else was doing the same thing amid the clouds of sulphuric smoke. The camraderie was palpable. I do feel for anyone who might’ve been trying to sleep, or god forbid put a baby to sleep, or heaven help them, any explosion-related PTSD sufferers. The neighborhood was just full of tiny missles, whistling and popping. We celebrate our country’s dangerous explosive nature by setting off dangerous explosives.
So that’s what’s been up with me. Everyone have a good week, and if you hear any good stuff about pregnancy and sexuality, please share!
Atena McSexy McBreadmaker
