I am opening myself up to talk about these procedures because they have been gratifying for me. Both, a gift. I hope more women who are done with or not interested in having children -- and who practice "safe sex" -- can experience the same joys of sex that I do.
I'm all for humor. I like to laugh, especially at myself. I've seen a lot of commercials in my nearly 15 years with NFI that have used humor to portray fathers in less than a positive light. But this Lowe's commercial is one of the worst I've seen. I don't find it humorous -- not one bit.
For every high bar I set for myself, little bean sets herself one too. And every time that I miss or fail, without grace and without acceptance, little bean sees only the pain and stagnancy of failure.
Who else will tell you it's their loss when you're rejected by a boy or a friend or a publisher? Who else remembers fondly the dance routine you made up to "Cool Rider" from Grease 2 and will tell you with a straight face that it was a very good performance?
I thought her statement was harsh. And that she needed anger management or couples counseling. I actually feared for her marriage -- and her husband. Fast-forward five years and I completely understand.
For me, caring for a new baby varied from one hour to the next. I was learning to take it day by day. I loved my daughter, but found sleep deprivation, feeding and learning how to intuit and read my baby's cries overwhelming at times.
I missed my magazine job that gave me purpose and structure, dinners with friends who made me giggle, dates with my husband. I felt guilty that I wasn't glowing with happiness and treasuring each "precious" moment, terrified I'd be stuck in this rut forever.
Just spending a few minutes on Facebook, Pinterest or Instagram makes me realize I'm surrounded by super moms. I really don't mean to, but I end up comparing myself to these moms. Where did my super cape go?
"Our differences are what make us special, right Mama?" My kindergartner son echoes my words back to me. The reality I don't tell him is that in America, some of our differences can get us profiled by the police as suspicious for being criminal, undocumented or terrorists.
I wasn't prepared for my body to suddenly start producing enough milk to feed a small village. I wasn't prepared for the ache in my back that came from constantly bending to pick up my child and then carry him around until he fell asleep. And I wasn't prepared for how much I would love him.