This is a test. I've been informed that the blog has been unoperable for some time. It sounds like you all can't do without me. I like that. Testing, testing. Over. P
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I think that the Blog crashed and burned due to Joe3's ridiculous comment# 75 on the previous posting site! :-<> ~ha!
In the last nine months, 17 Ohio University football players have been arrested, 10 have been convicted, and not a single player has missed a minute of game time in punishment, The Columbus Dispatch reported.
Did you see the football player stomp on the bare head of a downed player (helmut had fallen off) during the Dallas game? The cops should have arrested him then! Ohio State sucks indictments! I'm glad USC won because I want the Irish to be the team that beats them! So, Mom and Dad drove all day Sunday from Indiana, and then Dad got up this morning and drove to Sioux City for an early morning meeting with the Bishop! Hope you had a GREAT time Pat! Lisa, I am not shrinking!
The labor and delivery room is VERY hard on the male ego...not to be taken lightly! I once read a book about it, written by Richard Simmons...John Tesh says that if men breath deeply during the birth the pangs of insecurity will stay with them forever, sort of like stretch marks!
Wewere just talking this weekend about how Ed was in the hospital right outside the door the night Catherine was born. Molly said "Ouch" once. How about it Ed? Was that hard on you?
I second Tom's comments, above, and I know how hard it was for him to share such painful memories. I only hope that his courage, his bravery, his willingness to take a risk, to disclose these remembered and long repressed horrors gives insight to all. That said, my earlier comment was that I was NOT going to broach this topic (I too carry ill-healed wounds) but SOME PEOPLE jumped all over it. I didn't bring it up, you did, and I feel unfairly castigated for something I did not do. Finally, what if my point was that it's tougher on men because we're overloaded empathically with what the chick is going through? It's hard to watch all that stuff when basically it's your fault. Sympathy, guilt, an overpowering psychologically damaging cocktail. If that's my point (and I'm not saying it is) would you still really want to hurt me? Do you want to see me cry? You should all be ashamed of yourselves and one another.
Why are you all so mean and hurtful? Especially you, Mary, who always thinks of what you want to say after you've already posted and you have to get back on to squeeze out that last bit of bile. You think this is easy? Here it is years after the delivery of my youngest and I'm still getting insults. Kind of proves my point, doesn't it? I didn't hear any stories about women getting insulted and hurt 10 years after delivery but here I am catching fungoes off the head a decade later. Shame on you all.
I may not hurt 10 years after giving birth but I do pee my pants when coughing or laughing. My stomach resembles a road map- courtesty of stretch marks. Stop your whining.
In defense of Joe 3: My OB/GYN was very happy that I decided to have the epidural. He said it makes it easier for him as well as the dad. Of course I was sure I wanted it after I heard it would make everything easier for Scott. Actually, though, I NEVER entertained the idea of labour without drugs. First I had fentinol or something like that, which as the nurse said, made me feel like I had about 8 beers. Very nice. Then when labour pains heated up, I called for the epidural. I didn't feel any birthing pains. It was actually quite fun. I can't wait to do it again. No, I am not pregnant.
I will not post any potential names on the blog for ridicule, but I will tell you that I will not use the following names. Gary, Doug, Lyle, Dawn, Denise, Renee, Todd, Donna.
Poor boys. I feel so sorry for you. So weak and needy.
Pat~ Remember...we are gonna have a contest to pick out your baby name. So, you guys don't have to concern yourself with all of that. Just take care of yourself and leave the, "baby naming," to all of us!
Poor poor Ed x. Once again you don't understand what the conversation is about. I wasn't "complaining" and, reviewing Tom's comments, it appears that he wasn't, either. I was simply "sharing". A fine line, granted, one strayed across by all those bleating indignation in regard to this topic, but a valid distinction. Just ask yourself-Who started complaining? It wasn't me. It was the pants-wetter and others of her joyless ilk, ill-humored and bitter, malicious dribbling Domesticus Nasticus.
I've stayed out of this discussion so far because I don't want to destroy the happy memories I have of pregnancy and childbirth, like the chipper young nurse walking into the room with a steaming basin of hot water and a straight razor, saying, "Time for your shave! (yes, they used to shave you) Hold real still, because this is my first time," or getting my legs buckled into the stirrups (yes, they used to restrain you) or the routine enema resulting in staggering to the bathroom many times while in hard labor, or staring up panting, counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, or the pitocin that gives you three-minute contractions with a 20-second rest in between, and a nurse cheerfully saying, "Oh, that was a good one!" or even before labor when your joints have stopped working and you find yourself crawling to the bathroom in the middle of the night because your legs won't work for 10 minutes after you get up and you can't wait that long, and it takers 10 minutes to get up out of a couch, or afterwards with the cracked and sometimes bleeding nipples and a vampire baby who nurses every 15 minutes and stitches that go so far back that you're afraid to crap for a week so you lie to the nurse and said you did when you didn't so they'll let you go home and you're so tired that the sight of a dirty kitchen causes you to burst into tears and sob uncontrollably although you haven't cried for years and the loss of control is the worst part, and you bleed for two months and are lucky to get a 2-minute shower every four days and when you do you pull out handfuls of previously shiny healthy hair and you thought you might wear your old pre-pregnancy clothes home from the hospital and you realize you might as well burn them because you will never zip up those jeans again, and even if you did, you'd probably zip up your navel into them and you smell like puke for a year and don't care. Those were hard days for Stevo.
Oh, by the way, Pat, don't read any of the previous posts. Just look at all of our beautiful kids. That post-partum amnesia that saves the species was rudely disrupted by the sound of masculine envy.
Just think, everyone reading this is either nodding in agreement, remembering about the bleeding nipples, or hunching their shoulders together thinking, "Yikes!" because they are so empathetic although they can't quite imagine it.
39 comments:
I think that the Blog crashed and burned due to Joe3's ridiculous comment# 75 on the previous posting site! :-<> ~ha!
In the last nine months, 17 Ohio University football players have been arrested, 10 have been convicted, and not a single player has missed a minute of game time in punishment, The Columbus Dispatch reported.
Yes, I takes LOTS of calcium. Shrinking is inevitable... I just didn't think it would start so soon.
I want to hear from Joe as to how the delivery process is harder on men than women.
Unlike my daily personality...I practiced a silent birth. Truly.
Seeing as though Pat and Josh's baby is due @ April 26th...how 'bout the name April? Or, 2-6? Like on Lilo and Stitch?
Actually, if it was gonna be like Lilo and Stitch...it would have to be 4-2-6. :-)
Did you see the football player stomp on the bare head of a downed player (helmut had fallen off) during the Dallas game? The cops should have arrested him then!
Ohio State sucks indictments!
I'm glad USC won because I want the Irish to be the team that beats them!
So, Mom and Dad drove all day Sunday from Indiana, and then Dad got up this morning and drove to Sioux City for an early morning meeting with the Bishop!
Hope you had a GREAT time Pat!
Lisa, I am not shrinking!
The labor and delivery room is VERY hard on the male ego...not to be taken lightly! I once read a book about it, written by Richard Simmons...John Tesh says that if men breath deeply during the birth the pangs of insecurity will stay with them forever, sort of like stretch marks!
yeah, and those guys would know, what with them being the pinnacle of machismo.
How was Savannah?
Wewere just talking this weekend about how Ed was in the hospital right outside the door the night Catherine was born. Molly said "Ouch" once. How about it Ed? Was that hard on you?
I second Tom's comments, above, and I know how hard it was for him to share such painful memories. I only hope that his courage, his bravery, his willingness to take a risk, to disclose these remembered and long repressed horrors gives insight to all.
That said, my earlier comment was that I was NOT going to broach this topic (I too carry ill-healed wounds) but SOME PEOPLE jumped all over it. I didn't bring it up, you did, and I feel unfairly castigated for something I did not do.
Finally, what if my point was that it's tougher on men because we're overloaded empathically with what the chick is going through? It's hard to watch all that stuff when basically it's your fault. Sympathy, guilt, an overpowering psychologically damaging cocktail. If that's my point (and I'm not saying it is) would you still really want to hurt me? Do you want to see me cry? You should all be ashamed of yourselves and one another.
grow a pair, Sally.
Joe Joe was a man who thought he was a woman,la la la la
Did you say unfairly castrated?
Why are you all so mean and hurtful? Especially you, Mary, who always thinks of what you want to say after you've already posted and you have to get back on to squeeze out that last bit of bile. You think this is easy? Here it is years after the delivery of my youngest and I'm still getting insults. Kind of proves my point, doesn't it? I didn't hear any stories about women getting insulted and hurt 10 years after delivery but here I am catching fungoes off the head a decade later. Shame on you all.
"After blogging" is easier than squeezing out "afterbirth"...
Now...I'm waiting to see if I think of something else...
...nope.
I may not hurt 10 years after giving birth but I do pee my pants when coughing or laughing. My stomach resembles a road map- courtesty of stretch marks. Stop your whining.
Hey anonymous-way to stand up and be counted!
In defense of Joe 3: My OB/GYN was very happy that I decided to have the epidural. He said it makes it easier for him as well as the dad. Of course I was sure I wanted it after I heard it would make everything easier for Scott. Actually, though, I NEVER entertained the idea of labour without drugs. First I had fentinol or something like that, which as the nurse said, made me feel like I had about 8 beers. Very nice. Then when labour pains heated up, I called for the epidural. I didn't feel any birthing pains. It was actually quite fun. I can't wait to do it again. No, I am not pregnant.
Anonymous-If you get the Depends that you can pull up over your stomach that would take care of both your problems.
personally, i don't need Depends, i just wear 'em because i'm lazy.
Joe , I just don't want you to know I pee my pants. Crybaby.
I will not post any potential names on the blog for ridicule, but I will tell you that I will not use the following names.
Gary, Doug, Lyle, Dawn, Denise, Renee, Todd, Donna.
Poor boys. I feel so sorry for you. So weak and needy.
Pat~
Remember...we are gonna have a contest to pick out your baby name. So, you guys don't have to concern yourself with all of that. Just take care of yourself and leave the, "baby naming," to all of us!
Pat, add Brenda to that list. Rhonda also.
Monica
Poor poor Ed x. Once again you don't understand what the conversation is about. I wasn't "complaining" and, reviewing Tom's comments, it appears that he wasn't, either. I was simply "sharing". A fine line, granted, one strayed across by all those bleating indignation in regard to this topic, but a valid distinction. Just ask yourself-Who started complaining? It wasn't me. It was the pants-wetter and others of her joyless ilk, ill-humored and bitter, malicious dribbling Domesticus Nasticus.
I've stayed out of this discussion so far because I don't want to destroy the happy memories I have of pregnancy and childbirth, like the chipper young nurse walking into the room with a steaming basin of hot water and a straight razor, saying, "Time for your shave! (yes, they used to shave you) Hold real still, because this is my first time," or getting my legs buckled into the stirrups (yes, they used to restrain you) or the routine enema resulting in staggering to the bathroom many times while in hard labor, or staring up panting, counting the holes in the ceiling tiles, or the pitocin that gives you three-minute contractions with a 20-second rest in between, and a nurse cheerfully saying, "Oh, that was a good one!" or even before labor when your joints have stopped working and you find yourself crawling to the bathroom in the middle of the night because your legs won't work for 10 minutes after you get up and you can't wait that long, and it takers 10 minutes to get up out of a couch, or afterwards with the cracked and sometimes bleeding nipples and a vampire baby who nurses every 15 minutes and stitches that go so far back that you're afraid to crap for a week so you lie to the nurse and said you did when you didn't so they'll let you go home and you're so tired that the sight of a dirty kitchen causes you to burst into tears and sob uncontrollably although you haven't cried for years and the loss of control is the worst part, and you bleed for two months and are lucky to get a 2-minute shower every four days and when you do you pull out handfuls of previously shiny healthy hair and you thought you might wear your old pre-pregnancy clothes home from the hospital and you realize you might as well burn them because you will never zip up those jeans again, and even if you did, you'd probably zip up your navel into them and you smell like puke for a year and don't care. Those were hard days for Stevo.
Just sharing, not complaining.
Oh, by the way, Pat, don't read any of the previous posts. Just look at all of our beautiful kids. That post-partum amnesia that saves the species was rudely disrupted by the sound of masculine envy.
See-this is the empathy thing. It's hard on guys cause they can't get pregnant.
I feel your pain.
Excellent posting Cathy. The bleeding nipples was what freaked me out most.
Monica
The bleeding nipples was the worst, cause you still have to keep nursing and it hurts sooo bad.
Just think, everyone reading this is either nodding in agreement, remembering about the bleeding nipples, or hunching their shoulders together thinking, "Yikes!" because they are so empathetic although they can't quite imagine it.
Pat, are you enjoying this?
Monica
And Mom did it 14 times.
Seven times with breast-feeding.
Who let the dogs out?
I don't hear any male barking!
I've passed two kidney stones. One last summer and one this summer. That was pretty bad until the morphine kicked in.
Inoperable.
P
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