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April 03, 2005

Embryo = Parasite

"Dear Reader: My apologies. I'm drifting in and out of sleep..."

Not to whine or nothin', but DANG do I feel crappy. Exhausted, nauseated, mind-fogged -- it's like a flu that I just can't recover from. Apparently this is "normal" for the first trimester. Funny; everyone hears about the morning sickness, but how many first-time mothers expect the bone-breaking tiredness? I think this information is intentionally embargoed in order to ensure the survival of the species.

Instead of useful information like "expect to be a knuckle-dragging zombie for the first three months," I've been preconditioned with dire warnings about passing the age of 35 from the media and even from friends: After 35, your fertility drops precipitously, suddenly! Your eggs are withered and old; your child is all but guaranteed to have Down's or some other heinous birth defect, and who's to blame? YOU, selfish yuppie, for wanting to "be established" in your "career" and "life" and "finances" before you perform the function we deem you to have been created for! Oh, and you'll be in a walker at the kid's high school graduation! Is that what you want? Well, is it? Just don't say we didn't warn you, Ms. "I wanted to know who I was before I started raising kids"!

Sure, an endless torrent of scare tactics designed to terrify you into spawning 15 minutes after midnight on the day you reach the age of consent in your state. But nary a warning about the endless, grinding feeling of your life-force being sucked from your marrow.

I don't intend to give up blogging. In my few lucid 15-minute periods, before the quease whacks me in the solar plexus again with the nausea-bat, I have lots of ideas about things to write. But I can't execute any of them. I'm sorry. Greedy Gus takes precedence right now; he refuses to share me.

Luckily, EtherHub is an angel and puts up with my sluggish schlepping around the house, whining -- that is, when I'm not in bed, letting him do all the work around the house. (Though, as I often remind him, mostly in jest, "You're the one that put me in this condition!")

I suppose that the world will just have to endure without my brilliantly original thoughts on Terri Schiavo, the Pope, Sandy Berger, et al. I've got an Instalanche of hormones pumping through the site meter of my circulatory system, and that's all my server can handle right now.

Posted by EtherPundit at April 3, 2005 04:08 PM   Category: Personal stories

Comments

Camomile tea. So what's wrong with a walker? They will be hip 'n happenin' by then, after all, the boomers will all have them. In fact they'll be de rigeur.

Posted by: Mary at April 5, 2005 11:24 PM

Love the proverbs, and the description of pregnancy. There is no way I could have held down a high powered full-time job while pregnant. I've done it three times, and all three times I felt like the baby was leeching brain cells. The good news is brain power does return, but not until the sleep deprivation is past its worst. Carry on and pick up a soap opera. You'll never enjoy them as much as you do now.

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Posted by: end of the world at August 16, 2012 06:16 PM

I trust my gut, TRUST what I'm being called to; and face my fears by being Honest w/myself! Thanks for the egeourancment to Do it Anyway There is no reward without risk! Now if I could just find my big girl thong .

Posted by: Jyoti at September 28, 2012 04:52 PM