Pregnancy Around the World

I have not seen Babies yet, only the trailer for it and already I know I need to see the film. I think it would be fascinating to see how babies are raised in other parts of the world. In fact, that is all I have been thinking about this morning. Babies around the world, or more precisely pregnancy around the world.

I started this morning off by tweeting about my craving for iced tea. Even typing out i-c-e-d t-e-a makes me thirsty. All I want is a tall glass of iced tea with a lemon wedge. Not to much to ask, right? Wrong. In America women seem to react to pregnancy in a whole different way than other women around the world. What is it about us Americans that makes us so uptight? It is like we are bred to believe that if we have a single drop of alcohol that our babies will be doomed. We feel that if we don’t do prenatal yoga, eat the perfect diet, sleep on our left side, and avoid any and all caffeine that our babies will be born with a learning disability, a third eye and will be missing their big toe on their left foot.

I know. I know. I know that the guidelines and rules are in place to help women to have the most healthy pregnancy possible. I know that too much of some things are bad for your baby. But really, would a glass of Merlot at the end of a long day or even a glass of iced tea in the middle of a hot summer afternoon really cause that much damage?

I also know that the blanket statement of saying that American Women are uptight about pregnancy is not 100% true. Obviously there exceptions to the statement. But overall, can’t you agree that maybe, just maybe we are a little crazed about following all the rules?

What bothers me most about all strict rules, regulations and strongly worded recommendations is that all of those guidelines seem to give American Women the license and freedom to judge. I have never been a big jewelry wearer, but when I am pregnant I feel the need to wear my wedding ring in public at all times. Women look. Women judge. They do the 3 part look: they look at your belly, they look at your left ring finger, they look at your face. Women look at what you are eating while at a restaurant. Servers glance at your belly if you order the fish special. Women feel like they have the right too not only give you advice but scold you for the items in your shopping cart. Is pregnancy like this all around the world? Are women in other countries as critical as they are in America? Am I the only pregnant woman in America who has experienced this? [Read more...]

Sweet Nursery Dreams

Now that it has been confirmed and confirmed again, I get to start dreaming about everything baby. And everything baby includes nursery!

(note: nursery is in italics because when I say nursery, I don’t say it, I sing it!)

Nursery! Nursery! Nursery!

Okay. It is out of my system. I promise to try and refrain. Italics can get hard to read, some say they even make them dizzy. So for those who are easily dizzied… Nursery.

As of today and according to my Doctor’s best guess I am six weeks and 3 days pregnant. That means I have until July 14th of 2010 to get a nursery ready for our third baby.

That seems like forever away, but when I think about all the work that will have to go into this nursery, it makes me want to start writing lists and shouting commands at my dear, sweet, patient husband.

It is not just decorating a nursery this time around. This time around we will have more babies than we will have rooms. That means we have to transition our youngest, P,  who still sleeps in his crib, into his big brother’s room. Then we have to transition him from his crib into a toddler bed. That way we can transition the crib back into the nursery in time for the baby’s arrival. And all this needs to be done with out making P jealous and resentful of the new baby. Got all that? That is a lot of transitioning! Thirty three weeks and four days… holy shiz. I shouldn’t blogging, I should be Googling transition! [Read more...]