Thursday, September 30, 2010

I'm no scientist or reproductive endocrinologist. But I have to wonder...

When I was 17-years-old I marched down to the Planned Parenthood in downtown Toledo, Ohio on Jefferson Ave. to begin what would be my 12-year-long subscription to Ortho-tri-cylcen and Ortho-tri-cyclen-lo. (For my two male readers, that's birth control pills, yo.)

I was educated by the nurses as thoroughly as my anxious 17-year-old-brain could comprehend. I learned about the risks, (blood clots, smoking) versus the benefits (regular periods, protection from unwanted pregnancy) of the combination pill. I learned that the pill was "triphasic" and that it introduced three different variances of either progesterone or estrogen-based hormones into my body on a monthly basis.

I learned that the pill was going to be my best friend from here on out because it was going to fool my body into thinking that it was the one thing that I didn't want to be at that point in my life: pregnant.

I didn't care, quite honestly, what was IN the pill. I just needed it to do its' job.

Fast-forward about 12 years to a time in my life when the balance shifted and my one-and-only goal of not wanting to be pregnant quickly reversed itself. The one thing I wanted more than anything was to get pregnant. (More on that chapter in our lives here.)

In the beginning, as many of you know, we kept our fertility issues a secret and struggled silently. Why? Because it was embarrassing. Because it was acutely disappointing. Because we didn't want to hear the opinions of others unless those all-knowing others could explain to me why my body wasn't working. (And, it was my body that wasn't working. Not C's.)

In the midst of that not-so-great, deeply upsetting, ridiculously tumultuous time, I recall having a conversation with my sister who happens to be ten years older than I. She, along with most of her friends and acquaintances, had absolutely no problems with fertility. None. She only knew of me and someone else who had problems Both of us had been trying for a baby for a long time. Both of us had been on the pill, continuously without breaks, for a significant period of time.

She mentioned to me that when she was introduced to the pill back when she was 15-years-old (for medical reasons), the doctor underscored that she MUST only be on the pill for approximately 1 year at a time. Then, she must take time -- at least SIX months off -- to give her body a break. This was common knowledge among her peer group.

Hmmm? What?

The reasoning? Her body needed to "remember" how to function as a normal body. It need not be fooled into being pregnant day in and day out.

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Hold the phone.

Back up the trolley, Holly.

Your doctor recommended that you stop taking the pill for periods of time? Your doctor recommended that a prescription be taken in moderation? This has never even been suggested to me by ANY of my gynecologists or nurse practitioners.

I was aghast. [In all seriousness.]

And I was staunchly opposed to the idea that the reason I wasn't getting pregnant was because I had indeed been on the pill for a dozen years with no breaks. Surely, I did it the RIGHT way... (if sneaking to Planned Parenthood was the "right" way.) I mean, I went on the pill on my own accord so that I could finish my education sans babies. So that I could grow up, get married and then have a baby.

My sister, however, believed that my use of the pill might have had something to do with infertility.

"Um, NO," I proclaimed. "My doctor said it was perfectly safe for me to be on the pill and that it wouldn't have any lasting effects on my fertility." So there. End of discussion.

She said nothing.

I locked that thought into the very far reaches of my brain bringing it out to my various doctors who all assured me that my pill-taking had absolutely nothing to do with my infertility.
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Fast forward to the present time. The conversation between the two of us came up again recently. (And I'm certain we'd both thought about it since my infertility days...)

My staunch opinion against the plausibility of birth control affecting our generation's fertility has weakened a bit...

Friends, is there a correlation between duration of time on birth control pills and infertility? Now, I don't wonder that with an intention to alarm. Hear me: my intention is not to incite fear or anger. In fact, I understand and appreciate the many purposes of the pill. I'm a believer. In fact, they did their job quite perfectly for me for years. But... I'm compelled to wonder if by doing their job so well they might have affected me in other ways...

I'm 31. (What? Wasn't I just 23?) And this infertility thing, it's affecting SO many of us. Yep, us. WE are the first generation of women who have been on birth control, regularly, for years. My sister generation wasn't. Our mothers certainly weren't.

It's silly not to wonder.

Of course our physicians wouldn't dare lead us to believe that taking birth control would potentially affect our future fertility. The drug manufacturers and our health care providers say they don't. End of story.

Check this out on the Ortho-tri-cylcen-lo website. I love how they make it all, light, airy and pink:

See? No recommendation that women need to go off the pill for any length of time at all, just that you talk to your health care professional -- who will invariably tell you that, "it's fine."

Is it really ok to be on any **OPTIONAL** prescription medication 24/7? (Note: I said, "optional" medication. I understand that chronic illnesses require regular medications.)

Hmmm...

I'm no conspiracy theorist, but I also adamantly question the medical world on a semi-regular basis. Why? Because I know better? Absolutely not. But because it is VITAL that I have as comprehensive as possible understanding of all things that have to do with my health and that of my family.

My poor doctors... I second-guess everything they say, bring them alternate studies and reports and together we decide the proper course of action. It's our job to be active, and open-minded, with our health. (I credit having a Dad who passed away from melanoma and a mom who has struggled with chronic illness(es) for as long as I can remember for this side of my personality. Doctors are NOT end-all authorities, they're fallible. And questioning them is a-ok. It's easy to be passive and to just do as the doctor -- or an auto mechanic -- says. But it's so very important to always probe just a little bit deeper... It's empowering.)

Everywhere I looked, nearly everything I've read says that it's a myth that the pill could adversely affect fertility. On the American Congress of Obstetricians and Gynecologists website, they go so far as to say this:

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"The pill is a good choice for women who may want to get pregnant later. It is a safe and effective way to prevent pregnancy. It is easy to use, convenient, and reversible. The pill may protect against some cancers. Some benefits of pill use last months or years after you stop taking it. For almost all women, the benefits of pill use outweigh the risks. 

Ok, I get it. I hear their position and I understand... but I'm curious. Why are so many of us experiencing infertility? I'm sure it's related to the hormones in our milk and meat and the propensity Americans have toward trans-fats. But our Moms and our Grandmas? Did they have such problems? I'm not so sure...

I could talk about this forever. I could read about this forever. I just wonder... It's so incredibly vital that we question the status quo.

I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences. How long have you been on the pill? How long have you been trying to conceive? Remember, you can always comment anonymously.

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Ferg wanted to say Happy Birthday...


Sal,
Ferg's right.
We love you. :) BIG hug, sweet, kind, beautiful, fun person.
We cannot WAIT to see you in November.
Happy Birthday and we're so glad you were born.
xoxo
All of us in the B. family. (Most notably, Ferg.)


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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Incredible.

Emailed my doctor and Lila's pediatrician tonight regarding a non-emergency question I had about the pertussis vaccination.

Less than an hour later I received a phone call from my doctor - at 8:45 p.m. - answering my question. Validating my concern. And telling me he'd call me again tomorrow after he found a solution.

This, my friends, is why I love Mexico.

My doctor is literally a phone call, a text, or an email away.

Viva Mexico.


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Blanket Statement.



As far as I'm concerned, only Mary Poppins should be pushing a pram such as this one. (It's the Inglesina classic pram sold on gilt.com for a mere $899 - marked down from $1,289.)

How pretentious-looking, no? With it I'm assuming you'd be mandated to carry a parasol, wear knickers and say, "Jolly good day!" to all whom you pass by.

(And that's all for my blanket statement stereotyping for today. Maybe more tomorrow.)

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What? Something for nothing?!



Over the weekend some weirdo kept texting my U.S. phone and I had no idea who it was. Even after I asked. (The person just told me their name was two consonants. Annoying.)

Anywho, I can receive texts (not picture texts) down in Mexico-way, but I pay for 'em since I'm out of the country and am considered to be partaking in the ever-serious sounding, "international texting".

NOTE: I ♥ receiving texts from people I know. However, it's annoying to receive texting spam from weirdos.

That said, I called Verizon to see if I could block this yahoo from texting me.

As it turns out, they will block up to FIVE phone numbers for FREE! (If you want to block more, you have to pay a monthly fee.)

Log into your Verizon acct, then go to "Safeguards" and click on "Call & Message Blocking". Add the phone numbers and wah-la! You're "safeguarded."


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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

On guard. And smiling. On Lila's table. Protecting her tea pot and books.


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That Vera.

So there I was, quietly doing my Christmas shopping online when I was forced to visit verabradley.com.

I just love this stuff. Always have. I'm telling you, I'm using some of my original pieces nearly 14 years later and they look GREAT.

So, here' s the new patterns. I kind of LOVE this one. It's buttercup.



Here are the others:

Versailles


Twirly Bird Navy


Baroque


Twirly Birds Pink. (Breast Cancer Awareness fabric.)


Get a better look here.

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Monday, September 27, 2010

It's a stretch, Oprah.

For some reason (don't judge me) I'm on Oprah's email list and I occasionally get random updates from her conglomeration that is attempting world domination.  (One day it's going to be Oprah versus Google. My money's on Google. If it was Oprah versus The Martha, I'd totally be on Martha's side.)

Anywho, here is today's email: (Click to make larger.)


The email subject says, "Celebrities Take on Their Dream Jobs..."

Ok, wait a minute.

"Celebrties Take on Their Dream Jobs"?

Um, how about being a celebrity should be their dream job?

(I mean to each his own, right?)

Then if you open the email (like I did... I know, I know...) and click on it, you get this:


WHO CARES about Tony Danza, Serena Williams and Angie Harmon's dream jobs?

Not me.

As far as I'm concerned Tony Danza can keep wishin' and dreamin' and hopin' and prayin' about his dream job while he laughs his way to the bank cashing those royalty syndication checks from Who's the Boss? that is STILL going strong on T.V. nearly 25 years later.

I'm just saying: Oprah. This show? A stretch. You should have just gone to a black screen for an hour and flashed a message that said, "This hour of silence is brought to you by Oprah. Go read my newest book club selection. Or my magazine. Because I said so and I'm The Oprah."

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Wah-who! Happy Birthday Een-a-roo!


Yay! It's your birthday, Een! Awesome.
You're one of the best huggers I know.
You're ridiculously wise and intelligent and fun and who-larious and kind and compassionate and sweet.
(I could go on and on. As could C., I'm sure.)
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You are absolutely one of the things I miss most about T-town.
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I am SO pleased you were born. I love you. Have a PHENOMENAL day, dear friend.
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love,
kb
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Produce Report: 22 weeks


It appears that I'm 22 week pregnant. More than half way there! WAH-who! According to Babble.com, Baby Girl 2011 is about as big as a coconut. And, her skin is changing from transparent to opaque. And, she's cut as a button. Already.

(Ok, we just have a hunch that she's cute.)

Let's dig in, shall we?

Q. How am I feeling?
A. All-in-all, I feel great.

Q. Are you tired?
A. The sky is blue, Lindsay Lohan is a trainwreck and I am tired. Being the Mommy to a kinetic 15-month-old and being 22 weeks pregnant is kinda of exhausting. But, is it weird when I say that I sort of love it? I mean, I'm really tired. I'm starting to swell. (It's still nearly 100 degrees here daily - that's got to be the reason, right?) I'm BIG. I have a basketball-sized belly. (Coconut? As if.)


Q. Are you slowing down and taking care of yourself?
A. Eh. I'm doing the best I can. Here's what I am doing. I'm reading more. I'm mandating quiet spiritual/me-time at LEAST once a day. (My goal is morning and night). And, I've got a pretty suh-weet husband who promptly tells me that maybe I shouldn't be standing on the counter to get to a high shelf in the cupboard or that maybe I shouldn't be standing on a swivel-office chair to check on our Christmas decoration decor in a closet.

If I'm slacking in the taking-care-of-me department, then that means C.'s all over it.

(I love you, husband.) 

Q. Does Lila know I'm pregnant?
A. Oh, oh, oh... that sweet pickle definitely knows something's going on. Either that, or she's got a crazy affinity for big bellies on ladies. (Which is totally cool, too.) She loves to, "tickle the baby" and "kiss the baby." ("Kiss the baby" means she throws her head on my stomach and smiles.  Um. cute.)

Tickling her sister


"Lila, give the baby kisses!"
(And this is what she does.)

Q. Any cravings?
A. Truly? No. (As I drink my third glass of milk today...) But seriously? I consider myself a supporter of all food. (Do you remember that line from Grease? "If you can't be an athlete, you can be an athletic supporter." HAHAHAHAHAHA. See? THIS is how I think. Not necessarily about athletic supporters, but from subject to subject to subject.)

Q. Are you ready for the baby?
A. I'm getting there! I just bought newborn diapers on Saturday. It made me happy. And, I've started to go through Lila's newborn clothes and ordered a few new things. We're so blessed to have a second baby girl when I have sooooo much from Lila that she never even wore. (Lila never wore sleepers; it was just too hot. So we have so many sleepers that were never even worn. Awesome!)

Q. Do you feel prepared?
A. Bringing a baby home from the hospital doesn't terrify me. We've been there. We've done that. Bringing a baby into our home that will have a 19-month-old baby already in it DOES have me a bit anxious.

I remember we used to leave Lila on the floor, on the couch, anywhere... everything I've read thus far says to be very mindful of leaving a newborn anywhere with a toddler around. Um, amen to that. Ferg has had far too many books, sippy cups, brushes and baby dolls hit her just from being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We decided that Baby Girl 2011 will more than likely just hang out on the kitchen counter. Far away from Lila. Or on top of the fridge. (Kidding.)

Q. How's your weight gain going?
A. I weight exactly what I weighed at this point in my pregnant with Lila. I've gained 17  lbs thus far. (I gained 29 with Lila.)


Q. Do we have a name yet?
A. YES. And I love it. I could give more hints, but I shan't for now. I sort of love keeping it our secret.

Ok, I think that's all for the week.

Here's me. In all my bigness.



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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Etsy's got mind-control over Debo.



Truth is, I look through etsy and I see stuff I like.

Then... I see stuff I need.

Do I particularly "need"anything? No.


But the photography can be so convincing.


Case in point: Do I need, "jumbo bright square eyelets" for exactly $1.00?


Um. No.


But that photo makes me think I need them.


(Here you are. Buy 'em.)

P.S. 10 points to the person who knows the movie from which this blog post title is derived.

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Friday, September 24, 2010

MexMo: Smile.

Not until I moved to Mexico would it really ever have been a possibility that I would accidentally send a work email to a man named Alfredo F. when I meant to send it to Alfredo S.

Sometimes it just makes me happy living in a culture other than that of my origin.

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YAY! Happy Birthday!

About 13 years ago a flood of amazing people came into my life when I met my future-husband. One of whom was a particular person who is celebrating her birthday today.

Her name is M. Actually, it's not. Her first name really begins with an A., but that's beside the point.

We both married into this large extended family within a year of one another and almost immediately I knew that she was good, good, good people.

Dear M., you are wonderful.
You've cried with me, been happy with me and ultimately been such a huge source of support and unconditional love. I truly love and respect you with all my heart. I'm so glad we're related. And, I'm so glad you were born. You bring so much joy to so many people.


LOVE you. We all do.


Love,
Us. (Including Ferg. And I know that Nattie would have thought the same thing.)

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A first


We forced Lila's hair into pig tails like her cousin Bella's. She's pumped.

Notice I didn't include a picture of the back... I need some practice.


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Get out of jail free card.

The pregnant lady can take a day off, right?

It's more than likely no secret that I pre-write many of my posts (usually the night before, sometimes a few days before) - but tonight (Thursday night)... friends, I'm exhausted.

There will be more writing tomorrow. I promise.

And, thank you for your patience. :)

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Everyone collects weird stuff.


Admit it.

You can't stop buying flavored coffee creamers.

Or, you must have the latest and greatest kitchen gadget.

Me?

Ask my husband. I collect very little, but I do really enjoy night lights.

Yes, you heard it. Night lights.

I love them.

A.) There are so many cool nightlights out there! (Um, who doesn't want a fiber-optic butterfly nightlight as seen above? Available here.)
B.) They serve a purpose. Hello? They light your path. Who doesn't like that?
C.) They're inexpensive.

I love nightlights.

I have one in pretty much every room of our house.

No stumbling in the dark in this casa.

You're welcome, C.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Question of the Day
Email responses

So, should you ever send an email wherein the content is merely a thank you?

For example, someone writes you an email requesting that you send them a vendor's phone number.

You respond with the phone number.

They respond with, "Thank you!".

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A.) Is that annoying? I mean, it's ONE.MORE.EMAIL. Was a response necessary?
B.) Should they not send any response at all?
C.) Should they use the ever-popular and ever-assuming, "Thanks in advance" in their initial request?

Ponder that one.
And please, please comment. I really need comments.

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...happy birthday to my brother!





It's my brother's birthday today!

WAH-WHO!
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Brother, I respect you, I'm proud of you and I think you're an amazing Daddy.
You're thoughtful.
Ridiculously generous.
And quite honestly, you're wonderful.
I'm proud to have you as my brother and just like when I was 5, I love you to the moon and back... STILL.
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love,
ky

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Nope. It only rains once.
Baby shower ettiquette



Every now and then I'll stop by some of those pregnant-lady websites and read a few questions and comments. (I know. Moth to a flame.)

Recently the idea of a second baby shower came up.

The woman had her first baby in January of 2009. A girl.
Now her second baby, a boy, is due in December of 2010.

And she felt that she was entitled to another baby shower. ("Because she doesn't have any boy stuff.")

Any my judgment is:

No you are not.
You get one baby shower in your lifetime. Here's why: because.
Because scores of American women before us had just one baby shower no matter the quantity or gender of the babies born after their first baby. And, that's just the way it is.

Now, I do realize and respect that there are exceptions to nearly every rule. (For example, I wear white after Labor Day because I live in Mexico and because I think I can. I'm also over the age of 30 and wear mini skirts.)

So...

...if there's a significant period of time between births of each child. You get another shower. I'm talking 8-10 years between.)
...if you never had a baby shower to begin with, you get to have one.
...if you're expecting multiples and could really use the help. Yep. You get another shower.

Finally, if someone close to you decides to throw you a "sprinkle" for your next baby... just because... that's fine, too. But a full-blown, 50-person shower? Nope. I'm sorry, you had your time.

And, don't get me started on the whole argument that, "Each baby is a celebration and therefore a shower is warranted" speech. Bologna. Or, baloney.

Each baby is indeed a celebration, but gifts aren't always necessary. Especially sending out FORMAL invitations to ASK for gifts.

And about baby registries for second, third and fourth babies (or more!) - I'm fine with it. I just so happen to love buying off of registries. If I find out that the second-mom-to-be registered somewhere - it makes gift-giving REALLY easy.

Yep it's ok so long as the registry is not advertised on facebook, as in, "I just registered at amazon.com - BUY FOR ME!", or on your email signature. (Tee hee) Besides, many stores give a "fulfillment" discount of at least 10% off any items that you need to buy post-baby birth. I'm all about a good deal and beating the man.

Conclusion: Unless there has been a vast amount of time between your children, or unless you're having multiples, or unless you've never had a shower to begin with - you don't get another.

Signed,
Meanie in Cabo
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We just might have rain for the majority of the day...


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A puddle... Thanks to Tropical Storm Georgette!

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