Early Twenties.`1b

There’s a type of conversation I end up having fairly often. Let me give you a few examples:

FULL DISCLOSURE: I turned 23 years old on July 18th of this year. 

person: “Oh the 1980s! What silly things we did then!”
me: “You tell me, I wasn’t even born when that decade ended.”
person: “No way! I never would have guessed!”

person: “How old are you anyway? You’ve got to be at least [my true age +5 years].”
me: “Actually I’m only [my true age]”
person: “Oh wow! But you’re so mature!!!”

and then I usually end up trying to explain this anomaly, because I start to feel very uncomfortable about the whole thing. “Well I’m the oldest of six kids,” I usually say. As if that explains everything. It’s a little awkward [on my end].

These moments have stuck with me. And I think I’ve finally realized why.

Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:

Two prime examples of how our generation – MY generation – is expected to behave.

When you are twenty-two, you are supposed to be dance-partying, eating breakfast at midnight, and “happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time”.

Not happily married, pregnant, settling into a good job and home and such…while still dance-partying and eating breakfast at midnight.
[AKA: where I was at twenty-two. needless to say, I don’t identify with TSwift…]

It’s generally acceptable to not grow up and move on with your life. It’s like everyone suddenly develops a Peter Pan complex when they turn twenty.

I was going to write a long loquacious post all about what this means and how I feel about it, but I currently have an 8 month old who REALIZED Mom is doing something really cool and is now is tryto type on my laptop with me so that is just not going to happen today`. I’ll leave that as some food for thought today. Maybe I’lld CSOME NBACk to it. Only time will tell.

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love, Rachaw

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Prodromal Labor: WILL IT EVER END????

So, this is going to be a pregnancy/childbirth post. If you don’t like these, skip it. But don’t worry, I’m not going to go into gory details here.

I’ve noticed I’ve been getting a lot of blog traffic lately from people searching to learn more about prodromal labor. I remember being in that position earlier this year, and how pitifully few resources I could find online, and my heart reaches out to all of you mothers experiencing this ridiculous form of early labor!

So even though I’ve opted not to share my full “birth story” on this blog – I do want to address some of the concerns that I had regarding prodromal labor, along with some of the concerns that I’ve seen via search engine terms. Keep in mind that this is only my friendly advice, that I would give you along with a hug and a huge plate of whatever-baked-good-you-are-craving, if we lived in the same geographic area. I am not a medical professional, and I have only given birth once so far.

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