Let’s admit it, we all have days when we’d like stand up to the world around us and scream, at the top of our lungs, “I QUIT!” And while you may be able to get away with that in some situations, as a mom, quitting is never an option. The second you find out you’re pregnant, you’re committed to a job that will last THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! And though the majority of us desperately love our little zombie horde, there are times when those little brain munchers drive us so absolutely insane that the desire to bolt out of the house in a desperate attempt to flee the onslaught of tiny terrors scrambling to devour your sanity is almost too desperate to ignore.
This past month has been an absolute nightmare and on more than one occasion I’ve wanted to “quit” my job as a mom. I know that sounds horrible, but it’s the honest truth. There have been days when I’ve caught myself fantasizing about what life would be like without a voracious horde of miniature zombies constantly chewing on my brain. To be fair, I should mention that this past month, my two-year-old was diagnosed with Kawasaki Disease which, for those of you who have no idea what that is, it’s an infectious blood disease which aside from affecting the heart, turns your otherwise sweet, loveable, funny little one into a screaming, clawing, biting, hitting, kicking, ball of fire and rage. Since there is no test to diagnose Kawasaki Disease, only the passing of time can confirm that your little one actually has this particular disease; which means, for us in this post-apocalyptic world, that we have to endure at least seven days with our little flaming zombie before she can be diagnosed correctly and then we have to endure another week of tiny rage before our sweet one starts to make a comeback. By the time your loveable two-year-old makes her return you, as mamma, have been reduced to a traumatized shell of your old self, bruised and bloodied and exhausted beyond all reason. And that, in a nutshell, has been my life as of late.
Of course I know there are about a zillion other reasons why we, as mammas, want to quit our “jobs” at times and I know that most of them don’t involve a serious infectious disease; just a day with cranky, tired zombies is enough to frazzle even the most stalwart moms. Which is why I just wanted to offer a small piece of encouragement and tell you that you’re not alone. We all have those days when we want to quit, to run away, to find a happy place and never return and sometimes, we even get so far as to walk out the front door (or lock ourselves in our bedroom for the night) but we all know, deep down, that no matter how bad things are, we’ll always go back. Why? Because we’re moms for life and no matter how insane things get we will always love our little hordes even while they’re gnawing on our brains.
April 22, 2013 10:08 am |
Today has been a…full day, to say the least. Being Valentine’s day, it’s been a wonderful day full of hugs, kisses, flowers, chocolates and “I love you.” But like every other major holiday of the year, it’s also been a day full of hectic, stressful craziness and I find myself, at the end of the day, amazed I was able to drag myself through it. How did I do it? I honestly have no idea. How do any of us do it? What is it that drives us to do the crazy things we do just to make days like today a little more special for our zombie hordes?
The answer to this question is obvious to anyone who’s a parent. It’s the love we have for our kids. It’s that crazy, unexplainable, unwavering, rooted-in-the-depths-of-our-soul, wound-through-every-fiber-of-our-being love for our kids that drives us, as parents, to do what we do not just on “special” days but each and every day of our life. No one without kids can understand this kind of love. No one with kids can fully explain it. It just is what it is…amazing.
And that is why, on days like today, I drag myself out of bed early to make heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes. It’s why I spend an hour cutting out paper hearts and hang them from the ceiling in the living room. It’s why I spend hours combing the internet for the perfect Valentine’s day hairstyle for my little zombies. It’s why I make heart-shaped brownies and chocolate covered strawberries and heart-shaped meatballs for our spaghetti dinner. I don’t do any of this because I’m looking for accolades or affirmation of my awesomeness (ha ha) or to one-up my mom friends or to “show them how it’s done.” No. I do it because I love my kids and because I love the sparkle in their eyes and the smile on their faces and the spring in their step that stems from all of my effort. I know, it’s crazy, but that’s life in this post-apocalyptic world I call motherhood and honestly, I love it.
February 14, 2013 9:56 pm |
I just wanted to write a quick word of warning, my own little PSA, if you will, to all of you first-time moms out there. For those of you who are newly infected or who have recently joined the ranks of us who permanently reside in this post-apocalyptic world known as motherhood, let me offer you this one simple piece of advice which has absolutely nothing to do with mothering but has everything to do with you and your own personal well-being. My one piece of advice is this…
Don’t put off your attempt to lose baby weight until after you’re done having kids!
Now for those of you who have never had that thought cross your mind, I say “good for you!” (You’re obviously much smarter than I am and you can stop reading right here.) But for those of you who, like me, loathed the idea of trying to lose baby weight while at the same time trying to get a handle on life with a newborn, let me just say, it’s much harder to lose the weight of multiple kids than it is to lost the weight of one. Believe me, I know!
Ten years ago I was pregnant with my first and I thought, like an idiot, that I wouldn’t worry about losing any baby weight I gained until after I was finished having kids. I mean why go through all that trouble when you’re just going to gain it right back. Right? Well, here I am, ten years later, four kids richer and fifty pounds heavier wondering what in the world I was thinking!
I think I’ll blame my poor judgment and lack of insight on being young and stupid (I was only in my early twenties when my first was born) which is why I’ve taken it upon myself to warn all of you first-timers of what lies ahead. The desire to put off losing baby weight is great and so very easy to do (excuses abound when you have a newborn) but the long-term results are painful (to say the least). Had I been smart, I would have used age, endurance and stamina to my advantage but I wasn’t and now all of these things are working against me. Of course that doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t get back to my pre-infected weight (believe me, I’m working on it) but my journey to get there is proving to be a bit rough. Now if you’ll excuse me, the jar of Tiger Balm is calling my name…
February 13, 2013 3:33 pm |
As children, we all had dreams we hoped one day would come true. Some of us wanted to be firemen, some of us wanted to walk on the moon, some of us wanted to become dragon-fighting ninjas…whatever the dream, we all had them and we spent countless hours, as children, pretending those dreams had already become reality. The question I pose today is this: as adults, do we still dream?
Now obviously I’m not talking about the kind of dream you have after watching a late-night horror flick or after consuming large quantities of pizza and buffalo wings. No, I’m referring to the dreams that drive us, the dreams that motivate us, that inspire to us do or be more than we are. Do we, as adults…do we, as parents, still dream?
I’m well aware that as we grow and mature, our dreams change. We stop wanting to become ninjas and focus instead on becoming proficient in whatever area we hope to spend the rest of our adult lives doing. Rather than dreaming of becoming famous, we dream of the day we become our own boss. Rather than dreaming of the day we walk on the moon, we dream of the day we can pay our bills with ease. In short, our dreams become much more practical, much more (dare I say) mundane than they once were and in a lot of ways that’s good (a world full of ninjas isn’t a world in which I’d like to raise my kids…hello, Ninja Assassin!) but, as we put our more fantastical dreams aside, I have to wonder if we’re putting aside a small bit of ourselves as well.
As kids, our dreams inspired us to play, to imagine, to create in ways we, as adults, have forgotten how to do. Don’t believe me? Try playing with your kids sometimes and I mean really play with them; join them on their adventures under the sea, or through the magical forest, or aboard the pirate ship Treasure captained by the fearsome Two-Hooks and his scurvy crew, Squiddy and Smalls, and see how long you can last. It doesn’t take long to realize your children’s imaginations are far more suited to hours of make-believe play than your own and I have to wonder if part of the reason is because we’ve forgotten ourselves what it means to imagine and therefore dream.
As I was watching a show recently, a very interesting question was posed which simply asks, if a child’s mother no longer dreams, how can the child be expected to dream? This question has been stuck in my head for days and it’s really made me stop and think about the example I’m setting for my kids. Am I teaching my children to dream and more than that, am I teaching them to pursue their dreams with a passion? I know that right now my kids are more interested in becoming princesses and superheroes than anything else but I also know that the time is coming when they’ll begin to dream of becoming a teacher or a veterinarian and when that time comes, I have to wonder, will they pursue their dreams or will they hesitate, afraid to try something that may seem, to them, impossible. I know that, as their mom, I hope all of my kids pursue their dreams with determination but how can they if they never see me, one of their biggest and most influential role-models, doing the same?
It is this question that causes me to pause and reflect on the example I am setting for my kids. I know that I can look back on my life and see which of my dreams have been put aside and which of them have come true but I can’t show those to my children. Sure, I can pull out old photos and tell the stories of how my dreams came true (or didn’t) but that’s not nearly as effective as showing my kids, in a real and tangible way, what it really means to make a dream come true. So here I sit pondering my own dreams, wondering which of them I should attempt to make a reality, wondering if I have what it takes to make a single dream or mine a reality, all the while knowing that if I really want my children to make their own dreams come true someday, I’m going to have to try.
So now I ask you, what are your dreams? Do you even dream anymore or have your dreams been overshadowed by the realities and pressures of post-apocalyptic (or for those of you who may not have kids yet, adult) life? At what point do we stop dreaming? What’s it going to take to get us to dream again? How are we going to turn our dreams into reality? Do you have what it takes? Do I? I honestly don’t know but I do know that I owe it to both myself and my kids to at least try. (Now to find a kung fu master, a mountain and a waterfall…)
February 1, 2013 12:15 pm |
The new year always brings with it a new set of resolutions and recently, I’ve been wondering, why do we make the resolutions we do and what motivates us to keep those resolutions? I’ve also been wondering how many of us, as parents, make resolutions that revolve around our kids and how many of us make resolutions that are more…self-centered? There are so many times, that we, as parents, put our kids before ourselves, do our kids come first as we make our new year’s resolutions as well? I’m not here to say that should or shouldn’t be the case, I’m just genuinely curious. What are your new year’s resolutions? Do you even make any? I have to be honest here, I’m not a new year’s resolution maker. Not because I don’t think it’s a good idea, I just hate disappointing myself year after year as my resolutions are lost in the vastly chaotic world of post-apocalyptic life. It’s this point here, that has really got me wondering, what is it that motivates us to keep our resolutions? How do you, as a parent or even as a person, manage to keep your resolve, all year-long? I honestly don’t have an answer for this question, so I’m sending out into the void, wondering if there are any of you out there who have found a way to keep your resolve. If you have an answer, please share it. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there who struggles with keeping a new year’s resolution. I’m also sure I’m not the only one who has given up on making resolutions simply to avoid the feelings of defeat and disappointment that comes with watching those resolutions slowly fade into nothing. Simply put, I’m asking you, what is your motivation? Please feel free to share and maybe together we can find the motivation we may be otherwise lacking.
January 7, 2013 2:27 pm |
Kids grow up way too fast! It seems like only yesterday my oldest was born when in reality, in a few short days I’ll be celebrating my fourth baby’s first birthday! How did time go by so quickly and more importantly, how can I slow it down? (Any mad scientist out there willing to take a crack at this?) I hate how quickly my babies grow up. It makes me so sad! It also makes me feel old! (I really hate that!) I suppose, since there’s nothing I can do to slow down time, the only thing left to do is suck it up and accept the fact that my babies are growing up (Grrr!) Doing that means, the only thing I can do is enjoy them where they are now, at this exact moment. I have to embrace them now, while they still let me…snuggle them now, before they start to think snuggling is gross…kiss them now, before they run away in terror…because I am very painfully aware of the fact that they’ll be moving out of the house well before I’m ready to let them go. Oh the joys of motherhood! (sob!)
December 2, 2012 7:18 pm |
Halloween at our house is always a night of fun. This year’s celebration started with carving a family of zombie jack-o-lanterns, of course. They weren’t originally meant to be zombies but our friendly neighborhood squirrels decided our pumpkins made a tasty snack, which meant our pumpkins look liked they’d barely survived their own pumpkin apocalypse, thus…zombie pumpkins!
We love zombies!
With the pumpkin carving complete, we moved on to the costumes. Every year I find myself making at least one costume for a kid and this year was no exception. I spent the two weeks before Halloween working on an Anne of Green Gables dress for my second oldest and though I griped and grumbled as I sewed (as I do every year), the sense of pride and accomplishment when that stinking dress was done is exactly why I’ll find myself sewing another costume of some sort next year. (Maybe something’s wrong with me???) Luckily, that was the only costume I had to make this year, the rest were bought or put together from things we had around the house and by the time things were all said and done, my little horde of zombies hit the streets on Halloween night, disguised as Little Miss Captain America, Anne of Green Gables, a cupcake and a raccoon accompanied by Dr. Horrible, Pirate Captain Two-Hooks and BatDog. I’m sure we were quite a site as we visited the neighbor’s houses, begging tricks or treats but we had fun and that’s really all that matters.
The funny thing is, at my house, it isn’t the trick or treating or the candy that takes center stage on Halloween night…it’s the food. Every Halloween I spend days planning and preparing a ghoulish ghastly feast that would make any zombie proud. This year, rather than focusing solely on dinner, I went a step further and offered Halloween inspired treats for every meal. For breakfast my horde devoured bowls of Count Chocula and pumpkin spice, jack-o-lantern cream puffs.
These little jack-o-lanterns were soooo good!
While these cream puffs may not be the healthiest breakfast, they were so amazingly good I think they’re going to become a new fall tradition at my house, with our without the jack-o-lantern face!l
For lunch, I decided to pack my horde their very own bento boxes and being Halloween, I decided not just any bento would do. After all, what kind of zombie mamma would I be if I didn’t attempt a zombie bento now and then? After a little thought and a couple of rough sketches, I came up with two different boxes I thought would be perfect for Halloween (or anytime a little zombie lovin’ is needed.)
Time to reverse the typical zombie/human rolls!
I sent my eldest to school with this little horde, which I think turned out great.
This lunch box is spook-tacular!
My second oldest wasn’t so sure she wanted to zombie bento so I sent her to school with a more typical Halloween themed lunch box, which she thought was pretty cool.
‘ Nothing says “I love you” better than a zombie bento box!
And since I had made a lot of rice and had more than I needed for my kids’ lunches, I decided to make this extra special bento for my husband. Inspired by Stephanie Mabey’s ”Zombie Song,” I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to show my husband just how much I love him. (Awwww, isn’t that sweet?) As I’m always telling him…”If I were a zombie, I’d never eat your brain…”
Now you’d think that after putting so much time and effort into these lunch boxes alone, I’d stop there, right? I suppose if I were a smarter, wiser woman I probably would have but I’m not and I tend to get carried away with holidays and food (and food inspired by holidays and holidays that inspire food and…you get the picture). Of course, that meant Halloween dinner had to be as equally inspired as breakfast and lunch so I did my best and came up with this…
Not your everyday ham & cheese!
These hot ham and cheese spiders were surprisingly good. Made out of biscuits and bread sticks, they were incredibly easy to make and very tasty. I may have to make these again sometime (though probably without the “legs”).
This was the scariest dish on the table. Broccoli! Yikes!
The headstones on this “pizza” really crack me up. I know, I’m kind of pathetic, cracking myself up as I make cracker gravestones. I have no excuses, nor am I ashamed, I really thought some of these were funny! Yes, I am a nerd!
This guy is such a cheese ball!
This particular cheese ball is so good, it makes an annual appearance at our Halloween feast, though his form is not always the same. I suppose that’s the best thing about a cheese ball, it can turn itself into almost any shape and still taste great. Though this year’s cheese ball was a vampire, it’s been a goblin on more than one occasion as well as an eyeball. Whatever form it takes, it rarely survives the night, it’s just that good!
Deceptively Delicious chocolate mousse Ghouls
These little ghouls were made and decorated by my husband and our two-year-old. See, even little zombies can get into the spirit of things! Of course, if you have a two-year-old help, make sure you have lots of extra sprinkles on hand as she ate far more than she put on the mousse!
These tiny specters were fantastic!
These little ghosts made a repeat appearance on this year’s Halloween buffet, they’re just that good. Oreos, cream cheese and white chocolate, can you really ask for anything better? Add to that the fact they’re incredibly easy to make and therefore fun to make with your own horde and you’re got yourself a winner of a recipe that’s sure to become a family favorite.
I suppose before I wrap up this year’s Halloween food review, I should give honorable mention to the few items I made that didn’t get their own moment in the spotlight, those being the miniature mummies and bloody cherry punch. It’s not that either of them are bad, in fact the mummies and a punch of some sort are always present at the feast, it’s just that they’ve lost their novelty. A carefully wrapped pig in and blanket and a bowl of punch just aren’t all that exciting. Though the “blood” I had dripping down the punch bowl this year made me quite giddy…it was so gross and awesome! If you’re ever looking for an edible yet somewhat convincing “blood” a mixture of corn syrup, molasses and red food coloring will do the trick! (Thank you Food Network for the recipe!)
So that was this year’s Halloween Extravaganza. It wasn’t quite as grand as other years but it was just as tasty and it was a day enjoyed by all and to me, that’s what Halloween should be all about…good food, good fun and quality family time.
Now who wants to help me eat the leftovers???
November 5, 2012 3:31 pm |
This past week I’ve started running…again. It’s been more years than I care to admit, since I last ran with any sort of consistency, and I’m not going to lie; this past week has been hard. Very hard. But this past week has also been incredibly rewarding. Watching the numbers increase on my newest phone app, as it logs my miles, has filled me with an almost perverse sense of joy. While my body whines and complains about the torture I’m subjecting it to, my brains screams “Hooray!,” not because I’m enjoying feeling as if I’ve been hit by a truck but because every time those stupid numbers go up, I know I’ve accomplished something. I know it’s not much of an accomplishment in the grand scheme of things, but it’s an accomplishment none the less, and one I feel particularly proud of which, I have to say, doesn’t happen very often, at least on a personal level.
So many times, as mammas, we find ourselves feeling proud, not of ourselves but of our kids and their accomplishments and that’s great. As a parent you should be proud of your little ones but I ask you, when was the last time you felt proud of something you did, yourself? Can you think of one? I know, every time you look at your little zombie, you feel a surge of pride (at least I do) but beyond your kids, what is it you’re proud of? Is there anything? Should there be? I would have to answer, “yes.” Of course there should! Just because you’re a mom doesn’t mean you can’t take pride in yourself and your own accomplishments, be they big or small. I know for me there are days when just dragging myself out of bed seems like a huge accomplishment (momma’s never get a sick day!) and other days I feel like Super Mom, able to check a million items off my “to-do” list in a single swipe and I want the entire world to know how awesome I think I am. Most days though, I fall somewhere in-between. On days like today, when my legs are constantly cursing me for making them go farther and faster than they wanted to, I feel like remaining upright is a huge accomplishment and who knows, maybe it is!
So again, I ask you, what is it you’re proud of? Have you done anything today you can be proud of? If you have, do you share those accomplishments with your horde? I know I do, not because I want to brag to my kids about how awesome I am (ha ha) but because I genuinely want my zombies to be as proud of me as I am of them. It seems only fair to me to work as hard for them as they do for me, not just in the ordinary, everyday tasks of a mamma, but in the things I do just for myself. Like running. Running is hard, especially when you haven’t done it in years, but I drag myself out of bed in the morning and lace up my sneakers because I know my horde is at home, cheering me on (literally, that crazy new app lets my zombies cheer me on while I’m running) and I know that they’re proud of me (which in turn motivates me to get up the next day and do it again…vicious cycle!). So I’m asking you, what is it you’re doing that your horde can be proud of (beyond the everyday demands of post-apocalyptic life)? If you can’t think of anything, I’d like to challenge you to find something and get started…today even. Just because you’re a mom, doesn’t mean you have to restrict yourself to “mom only” jobs. (dishes, laundry, cooking, cleaning…the list goes on and on) If I may, I’d like suggest you find something you love, maybe something you haven’t done in a while, maybe something you’ve thought you had to put aside once you became a mom, and get back at it. Just because you’re a mom doesn’t mean you have to stop being you, in fact the more “you” you are the better it will be for everyone. (What better way to teach your kids to be true to themselves than by example?)
So what is my point in all this rambling? I suppose it’s just this…to remind my fellow zombie mammas out there that you have worth, to tell you, you have more things you can take pride in than just your zombies (just in case you find yourself drowning in the sea of self-depreciation that is so easy for zombie mammas to sink into). Maybe you don’t feel like Super Mom today, maybe today you barely feel human. If that’s the case, I just wanted to remind you that it’s okay. You don’t have to be Super Mom, you just have to be you which is a very good thing to be.
October 3, 2012 3:08 pm |
When people hear the phrase, “two-year-old,” they almost immediately think of another phrase, “the terrible twos,” and though there is some merit to that phrase, it doesn’t necessarily define the adventure that is your two-year-old’s second year. Yes, there are moments in the life of a two-year-old when “terrible” is the only word that can describe your little zombie’s behavior but that doesn’t mean your little one is terrible all of the time. I mean, let’s be honest, two-year-olds are some of the most interesting and unique people on the face of the planet. Their combination of curiosity, humor and insanity make them some of the most fun and stressful people to be around. They are constantly doing, constantly going and constantly learning which makes them both fascinating and fun. You can’t help but love a two-year-old, even when they make you crazy because let’s face it, they’re just so darn cute! What’s funnier than watching a two-year-old break into spontaneous dance, simply because the music moved them? Or watching a toddler try to jump? They fact they can’t get both feet off the floor at the same time provides hours of entertainment on its own. Can anything melt your heart faster than a spontaneous “Wuv wu too” from your little one? What brings a smile to your face faster than an impromptu running leap into your lap that ends in an enormous bear hug? I can’t think of anything. When you add all of that to everything else a two-year-old does in a day and you can easily see why a being the mamma of a toddling zombie is so much fun. That’s not to say that there aren’t times when, as the mamma of said zombie, you don’t want to fly, screaming, out of the house because you just can’t take another minute, but those moments are easily overshadowed by all of the amazingly cute and funny things your little one is probably famous (at least in your own house) for.
So what does it take to be the mamma of a toddling two-year old? I would say you need patience (and I mean a whole stinking lot of patience), flexibility (as in being able to accept the fact that nothing you plan or expect to do with your toddler will ever go the way you plan or expect them to go), a good sense of humor (being able to laugh at not just the funny, but also the random and sometimes completely bizarre things your little one will do), lots of love and a never-ending supply of snacks and juice. If you can manage all of that, you can certainly manage life with a two-year-old. Really, life with a two-year-old is pretty awesome so rather than dread the “terrible twos” I suggest you embrace them, both the good and the bad, and genuinely enjoy this amazing adventure that is your little zombie’s second year, as the potential this year olds, to be great, is infinite. Just remember, never let the bad over-shadow the good, because honestly, the good, is just too great to miss.
September 10, 2012 3:10 pm |
So, a couple of recent conversations has me thinking about a few things I’ve kind of overlooked, as I’ve been writing my way though pregnancy and beyond, so it’s time for me to fill in some of the blanks.
I suppose the biggest question the newly infected ask is simply, “Now what?”
For some, the answer to this question is obvious, but for those who have never experienced the shock of a positive pregnancy test, the answer isn’t so clear. So what is it, exactly, that you’re supposed to do next? What happens after the shock and/or excitement of that positive test has worn off and the reality of pregnancy slowly sinks in? What is it you need to do next?
Though there are a number of things you can do at this point (throw a party, throw the test, throw up…), the most practical thing to do is find yourself a doctor and make an appointment to confirm that those two little lines are really worth all of the excited nervousness you’ve been feeling since they made their debut. Of course this answer begets another question, that being, what type of doctor do I choose?
For those of you who live in a city, the number of options you have is much more varied than for those who live in a smaller town. Having had babies in both a bigger city and a small town, I can tell you that there’s not much difference between seeing an ob-gyn and a family care practitioner during your pregnancy. Either of these doctors are going to perform the same tests, ask you the same questions and monitor your pregnancy in pretty much the same way, the only difference really comes after your little one arrives. If you’ve chosen an ob-gyn as your doctor, you’ll have to find a pediatrician or family doctor for your little one once he/she arrives. If you’re seeing a family practitioner throughout your pregnancy your doctor will be able to check up on you and your baby together. Like I’ve said, I’ve had both and honestly, there’s not much difference. However, there is a huge difference if you have a difficult pregnancy or if there are problems during labor and delivery. Family practitioners are great for normal, healthy pregnancies and babies, but if you are unfortunate enough to find yourself (or your baby) in a difficult situation, an ob-gyn is going to be much more experienced and capable of handling the situation. It’s not that a family practitioner is incapable or incompetent, it’s just that he/she isn’t equipped to handle difficult situations and if something were to happen, you would be handed over to a more specialized doctor. This is by no means a bad thing, especially when it comes to you and your baby’s safety, just know that it’s more likely to happen with a family doctor than an ob-gyn.
That being said, don’t think that a doctor, either family practitioner or an ob-gyn, is your only option because it isn’t; a midwife is also an option. I wish I could say more about midwives but this is the one area in which I have absolutely no experience. I do have a couple of friends who have opted for a midwife, rather than a doctor, and they all enjoyed the experience but I have no direct experience in this area. I can tell you that, with a midwife, just as it is with a family physician, if you or your baby develop any serious problems during pregnancy or labor and delivery, you will be handed over to medical professional who is more capable of dealing with you or your baby’s problems.
So, when deciding which medical professional to see for your pregnancy, the choice is really up to you. There is no right or wrong answer. If you already have a doctor you’re comfortable with, I say stick with him/her. If you don’t, don’t be afraid to do a little research, ask friends and co-workers who have already had kids for their advice, and visit doctors personally, if you feel so inclined. It’s not going to hurt anything to be informed and it’ll probably make you feel a little less uneasy as you take your first steps in this apocalyptic world. Remember, just because you see one doctor doesn’t mean you’re stuck with that doctor if you don’t feel comfortable with him/her. There are a lot of doctors out there, so find the one you’re comfortable with and stick with him/her, after all, you’re going to be seeing this doctor a lot over the next nine months and he/she is going to be seeing a whole lot of you. In fact, by the time your little zombie makes his/her grand appearance in the world, you’re going to feel like your doctor/midwife is your new best friend, so it’s best to find a doctor you like as early as possible. For those of you who live in Smallville and have no real choice in the doctor you see, just hang in there and do the best you can. You may find that by the end of your pregnancy he/she wasn’t so bad after all.
Once you’ve found a doctor, and the reality of your pregnancy can no longer be denied, you’ll probably find it easier to adjust to the fact that you are, in fact, pregnant. Having a doctor’s confirmation takes the edge off the initial shock you feel when you first see that positive pink plus, which makes adjusting to life as the newly infected a little easier. Enjoy this brief moment of peace while you can because the first-trimester woes aren’t far off…something to look forward to, I know, but such is the life of the recently infected. As I’ve said before, welcome to the apocalypse, my friend. Welcome to the apocalypse.
August 29, 2012 5:04 pm |