October 15, 2019
“Before becoming a parent, I didn’t know I could ruin someone’s life by asking them to put pants on.”
Month: October 2019
A Parents’ Bedtime Poem
October 14, 2019
At last, I lie
Upon my bed.
At last, I sigh
And rest my head;
As, quietly
They all a-snooze.
As, silently
My book, peruse;
Till, of course,
One breaks the calm.
Till, its source
Cries loudly, “MAHM!”
Photo Credit: Image by Tomislav Košćak from Pixabay
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Top Ten Things to Never Tell a Pregnant Woman
October 13, 2019
As I’m more obviously pregnant now, I’m getting a few well-meaning comments and questions from people. While most know to avoid the “are you pregnant” one, a few of the others I’ve heard left me thinking that I really need to make a list.
So, without further ado, here are The Top Ten Things to Never Tell a Pregnant Woman:
10. “You don’t look pregnant.”
Since I first felt the wonderful joys of ‘morning’ sickness, this comment has hurt. I realize it’s coming from good intentions, I do. Still, when you’re already aching in your lady parts and constantly feeling like tossing your Saltines, hearing that you don’t look pregnant is the worst.
9. “You look so cute.”
I don’t know why, but I’ve heard this one several times lately. No, I do not look cute. I look like a whale. I look like an elephant. I look like myself in a Sumo wrestler suit that I cannot take off for …a few years. Cute things are little and precious, and I am neither of those whilst pregnant.
8. Assurances of how long it took them to bounce back.
This is more of a stinging comment for older women who are pregnant. If it’s their first time in the ring, they might be more severely depressed post-partum when they can’t go jogging within a week. If it’s not their first time, they know better and don’t need the reminder -especially from someone who looks like she never carried anything heavier than a baby guppy.
7. Lists of risks for the foods the pregnant women is eating.
Another helpful one. If the person is really looking to be helpful, a kind reminder BEFORE any money or effort is spent would be nice. Or -as the best idea- show up with perfectly safe foods for the pregnant woman and her entire family.
6. “You’re eating for two.” Wink, wink
Lady, I know I’m pigging out. Maybe I’m just excited that the food’s staying down this time. Maybe I really do have cravings that seem to involve the wrong side of The Food Pyramid. Maybe I need to eat every hour because my stomach is being smashed in an upside-down direction.
Whatever option you pick, keep it to yourself. And, pass the ice cream.
5. “It’s only nine months.”
You know what? YOU try it.
4. Horrible delivery stories.
Again; as helpful as these are intended to be, maybe keep them to yourself. Especially if the pregnant woman has done IVF or prayed for ten years or whatnot, stories of botched or nearly-botched deliveries are terrible. Didn’t you know that stressing the mom out can cause premature labor? -Yeah, don’t tell her that, either.
3. Shameful comments about her birthing plan.
I addressed this somewhat in my article on planning a C-Section. If you know the person well enough to comment, maybe begin with a simple question: Are you choosing that plan because of past complications?
There’s always a nice way to say things and I know people can choose that way.
2. Horror stories of what the baby looked like, or how it changed sexes.
Like I mentioned in #4, just don’t. No one needs to worry that she’s going to pop out some alien with tentacles where they shouldn’t be.
1. Stories of babies dying.
I once expressed my anxieties about birth to a former neighbor, who responded that at least the child would be “teaching people in heaven.” That is not comforting; that is strange.
Getting a baby to attach, grow, not have complications, and pop out is HUGE. Please, please don’t tell an expectant mom about someone losing her child at birth. Save it for if that happens to her, when you give her a genuine hug and help her to cope.
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Here’s what went down this past week:
Sunday, October 6: “No Kids Allowed: The Death of the Family,” an observation of society’s changing expectations.
Monday, October 7: “The Toilet Seat, a poem.”
Tuesday, October 8: Shared a quote by Elizabeth Gilbert.
Wednesday, October 9: Recommended mixing your own cleaners.
Thursday, October 10: “Eat a Balanced Diet?,” a snippet concerning dieting.
Friday, October 11: Thought about raised voices in “The Merits of Yelling in the House.”
Saturday, October 12: Shared Marcy G‘s tweet about kids and their feelings of ownership.
Sunday, October 13: That’s today!
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©2019 Chelsea Owens
Twitter: Now I Own My ABC’s
October 12, 2019
Ah, the logic of a young child. Marcy G and I might have children with the same problem…
The Merits of Yelling in the House
October 11, 2019
My husband hates yelling. Up until a few years ago, he would give me a look or chastise me whenever I chose TALKING LOUDLY from somewhere in the house over getting up and talking in person. I received a similar reaction when I’d get upset at the children (or him) and raise my voice.
Unfortunately for him, we moved to a two-story house six years ago. We did so when I was pregnant and exhausted. I therefore failed to see the benefit of climbing seventeen stairs to engage him face-to-face. I also left piles of socks, toys, and children at the top or bottom of said stairs to consolidate trips, so why not consolidate conversation as well?
I reverted back to calling to him from wherever I was (usually the couch), including times when I knew he could intervene much more quickly than I could in children’s fights (because getting off the couch is tricky).
But that baby grew up. He became six years older and I became 30 pounds lighter. I had few excuses to yell, even when the boys attempted fratricide. Coincidentally, talks and pointed looks from the husband increased when my volume also increased.
Fortunately for me, I’m now pregnant again and even more exhausted than before…
Photo Credit: Stock Photography
©2019 Chelsea Owens
I Didn't Want to Be a Mother 