I'm back

Nope I haven't posted anything since the beginning of December 2016!  But in my defense I've been a little preoccupied creating a human and all.  So for those of you who for some reason still read this I'm pregnant.  And no I'm not showing, so stop asking. This is the only form of social media I plan to share my news with for now.  It feels safe to me here, mostly because I'm pretty sure nobody reads my blog anymore. 

I wish I had had the courage to blog from early on to record this experience, but I've been in my head.  I wanted to keep this a secret for awhile as I have a lot of fears and anxiety about pregnancy from the things I've witnessed working in this field.  Others who haven't shared these experiences can't understand where I'm coming from.  I've been told to not stress because it's not good for me and the baby.  Seriously?  The reality is I'm not stressed.  I've had a deep sense of feeling this is meant to be since the moment I knew I was pregnant, which was way before any test could tell me.  But when you are the one to have to deliver the news that a patient has lost their baby at 19 weeks for no apparent reason, then you can tell me how I should or shouldn't feel.  I wish some had empathy, but small minds are incapable of being empathetic. 

The first lesson I learned through this experience is not to share something that you don't want repeated (yes I know I should have learned that from High School).  Doesn't matter who you think you are confiding in because people talk.  And talk.  And post congratulations on Facebook.  And tell you that so and so wants you to know x, y, and, z about being pregnant when you have no idea who so and so is.  Now the question is why does so and so know I'm pregnant?  Weird...  So my two suggestions thus far are:
1. If someone gives you the courtesy of sharing their news don't share it unless they tell you you can.  And if you aren't sure then by all means double check.
2. Don't tell people something you don't want repeated, but if you do make it crystal clear that they shouldn't repeat it.

 

Reality TV and a little Rant

I can't believe I'm admitting it, but lately I have been on a reality TV kick.  I mean I don't know what it is about watching crap television, but I find it thoroughly enjoyable.  In my defense, it is how I distract myself through a workout.  So in a sense, the damage I'm doing to my brain is counterbalanced by the benefits I'm doing to my bod.  Right?  I know you feel me...

So I was watching Wags, yes Wives and Girlfriends of Sports Stars...  I find it hilarious that these "Wags" call themselves "Wags," but I don't have time for tangents right now.  These women are curvy, gorgeous, and ridiculously flawless.  A few of them are brazen enough to admit that they get work done or contour themselves from head to toe to give the illusion of flawlessness.  And they own it (I'm taking to you Natalie and Olivia).  I respect that and find it incredibly refreshing.  It got me thinking. 

We live in an age where social media predominates.  It is very easy to obscure the line between reality and fiction.  We have self esteem issues and unrealistic expectation of how we should be, how we should look and I would argue we have unrealistic expectations of what we expect in others, especially our partners.  Yes I one time had an ex boyfriend tell me that I should get a nose job.  Thus we are exes.  This is the plastic surgery era.  More people are getting plastic surgery now then ever, yet as a nation and world we are still in an economic depression.  I find it interesting. 

I'm not knocking plastic surgery by any means.  I truly believe that if something is going to make you happy, not hurt you or others, and is within your means, than by all means, do the damn thing.   I just think more celebrities (including social media "celebrities") should be more transparent and admit they get work done.  I mean hell, they share everything else for the public, but nooo, don't ask them about their plastic surgery because that's "offensive".  End rant.