I’ve been tech. free for a couple of days, or I would have gotten to this a lot sooner. Finding out what’s been going on is heart wrenching, and if I hadn’t gotten a text this morning from someone with a link on how to help- I might not even have been on today. We all want to know how to help the victims from this, so I’ll get right to it.
Guest Blog by : Kristin Lail from A Simply Enchanted Life
Miscarriage—feared by all expectant mothers and it seems almost everyone has had one. What happens though to those rare few who have a silent miscarriage, a missed miscarriage? The pain can be doubly painful for the women that experience this type of miscarriage because the body fails to recognize that the baby has passed. Usually it is found out when the tech cannot find the fetal heart during a routine office visit while the mother still feels perfectly fine.
I have had both an early miscarriage and a missed miscarriage and the pain and grief from them are greatly different. The emotions are different—especially if you choose to naturally miscarry. No one wants to tell you that the process can take weeks and that it will be more like a labor than a spontaneous miscarriage. Your pregnancy symptoms may hang around for a while—taunting you and playing games with your mind such as making you think the doctors have made a terrible mistake.
Further—it seems that people around you don’t know what to say or they have no idea how to deal with you.
“Traditional Marriage”- That’s a term we’ve all been hearing lately, isn’t it? I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of signs and pickets asking for your support. I saw a Facebook post recently asking that the government protect “Traditional Marriage”. That made me wonder, am I in a “Traditional Marriage”? Perhaps more pointedly- are the people crying out their support, their insistence that “Traditional Marriage” in one? So, here’s a “quiz” to answer that question. Feel free to put your marriage to the test to see if your measures up-
I was excited to do this months Made In America Challenge. I mean, I’m excited every month because Hey! something new, but this month was a little bit of necessity , a little bit of fun. You see, I had just slipped while going down some stairs (while holding my child. Because, you know, I always like to do things to the extreme.) due in large part because the sandals I was wearing were old and falling apart, and were missing a heel and had absolutely, positively no grip. Which I found out when I slipped. So after contorting myself as only a mother attempting to save her child (who is laughing at all the fun) can, and sliding down on my shin, I discovered that not only had my sandals tried to kill me, but they had absolutely committed suicide.
I was going to start a post about the Ohio Rape Trial and how it’s so important that we teach our daughters to not put themselves in situations where they can be taken advantage of. Then, I began to read more. I read more articles, more comments. The conversation wanted to start making me vomit.
People, so many people- are jumping at the bit, justifying rape at the expense of the victim.
She didn’t say no soon enough. She was a tease. She dressed a certain way. She hung out in the wrong venue. She put herself in a bad position (drinking, drugs).
Here’s the thing I’m hearing here:
Women are walking around, available to screw any time a guy wants to. UNLESS she says no.
Looking for a way to make a difference? To help someone out? To change things for the better? Here’s something things you can check out this week that need your attention!
I used to be one of those teeny-boppers who had like, every color of nail polish under the sun. Sky blue, deep purple, sparkles- my toes were rockin’. My friends used to come over and we’d paint each others nails and do all sorts of fun, crazy stuff. That’s what teens do, ya know? When I grew up and moved out my collection dwindled and I would remember to give myself a pedicure every so often. I’d break out the sea salt, lemon, and olive oil and whip up a scrub. I’d soak my tootsies and clean ‘em up and make an evening of pampering out of it. Standing on your feet all day working retail means that doing that every so often is a real treat. And then, then I had kids. Let me explain….
To commemorate my oldness (it’s my birthday!) I have decided to make a list of 25 things I have learned from life so far! I’m hitting the 1/4 century mark and I sort of feel like it’s a ‘big deal’. I mean, it’s not everyday where you can so easily associate your age with a fraction AND the big 1-0-0, right? So, perhaps a little pretentiously, here is my list of life lessons-
Oh my goodness. This month. I think it may be trying to kill me! I just don’t even feel like I have the energy to fight the good fight. It’s cold season, apparently, and that means that we are going on months of at least one person in this house being sick. I’m pretty ashamed at how much my oldest has missed school, but they do frown on you sending them in with a raging fever. Somehow I can’t get the sick people to stop breathing in each others faces, so this years sickness keeps getting passed around like a gift that keeps on giving. Of course, now I’m sick too!
I was recently on a forum where the question of ‘what are you doing for Valentines Day this year’ was posed. ‘Nuthin.’ I responded. Simple. Short. To the point. I wasn’t expecting the response. “Oh wow. I’m so sorry!”, she said. Great, Now I’m getting pity for not celebrating a holiday? Why was pity the automatic go to response? I had been wavering on how I felt about the big V-day this year, but that sort of put the last nail in the coffin for me. I don’t want to celebrate Valentines Day this year! Does that surprise you?