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Hot or Not?

So, I have mixed feelings on maternity photos. Sure, I think every woman should have some photos of herself pregnant. Honestly, I think most are beautiful and important to keep in order to remember that special time and share with your children; however, there are those few that just really weird me out. For example, the ones where Mom is buck naked – and I even think those are OK if you their kept private. What weirds me out is when those said photos are uploaded to Facebook for the world to see. I just don’t get the fact that because someone is pregnant it’s now OK to display nude pictures of themselves all over the internet. Take for example, the recent one of Jessica Simpson on the cover of Elle Magazine.

The other ones I’m weirded out by are the just plain creepy ones. Here’s a great compilation that should amuse you for a bit: http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/category/photos/pregnancy/

Really? Makes me want to call DCF…

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Prenatal Vitamins and Folic Acid

I should own stock in prenatal vitamins. or. Folic. Acid. I’ve been taking them for over five years – and not the over the counter jobbers that you can get for $2.50 a bottle, the prescription ones that run around $20 bucks (with insurance). You know, the ones that have a high amount of folic acid which I have to take – because I’m old. They should call it fossil acid. If you’re not familiar with it – or why you need it (especially if you’re over 35 and trying to get pregnant) read on.

Folic acid is a B vitamin (B9) found mostly in green leafy vegetables like spinach and kale and also found in enriched grains.

Many studies have shown that women who take .4 milligrams daily before conception and during pregnancy reduce the risk that their baby will be born with a neural tube defect by up to 70%.

Neural tube defects are Spina Bifida (an incomplete closure of the spinal cord/column), Anencephaly (severe underdevelopment of the brain) and Encephalocele (when brain tissue protrudes out to the skin from an abnormal opening in the skull). All of these defects occur during the first month of pregnancy (usually before a woman even knows she’s pregnant).

So, if you’re planning to get pregnant – or simply not wrapping the stump before you hump – you should consider taking, at the very least a generic vitamin that contains Folic Acid.

(In)Fertility

I was taught if you even looked at a penis, you’d get pregnant, or at least that was the impression I got from my Mom and several of my teachers growing up. Lucky for my Mom, I was never a girly-girl. When I was little, I climbed trees and played with match-box cars. When I was in high-school, I realized how much I liked money, so I worked – a lot – and didn’t really care too much about boys. I never dreamt about a white wedding or having babies. Quite honestly, I never thought I’d be a mom. That was until I met the love of my life. From that day on my priorities changed; although, we didn’t rush into anything. We dated for a year, were engaged for a year and then got married. Problem was, I was already 33 when I met him – which put me at 35 when we got married. We talked about kids, but didn’t start trying right away. We had fun, we traveled, we even moved to another state for his job for a year. We finally began trying when I was 37. Guess I should’ve realized my poor, tired eggs weren’t what they once were.

We tried and tried – and although we had a helluvah good time trying – we weren’t getting pregnant.  I bought ovulation kits, downloaded an ovulation app, took prenatal vitamins, took my temp, did the dreaded “bicycle” after each attempt – Sometimes he even held me upside down by my legs and manipulated my poor, old body like a puppet. We talked about adopting (we actually talked about it before we even began trying), but got more serious about it when we realized I was all dried up.

We decided not to use any drugs or medical intervention –because I’m a firm believer in, “what’s meant to be, will be”. So, we went to an informational class on adopting in our state – and realized most of the children needing forever families were 10 years old or older. We were really going to have to discuss using an agency or international adoption, as we found out, it was a rather large financial investment to add a child to our family. Low and behold, once we stopped trying – he knocked me up!

Now, here I am 40 years old with a perfect little girl – and we’re trying to decide if, and how, we will give our little girl a sibling, but that’s a whole ‘nother story. More on that later…

Choosing Your Baby Daddy

So, I’m assuming that most of you have already chosen your baby daddy, but in the event you’re still in the selection process and simply dreaming about having a wee one someday – this step is critical. I, myself, was in a pretty bad relationship prior to meeting the love of my life – and I thank the heavenly stars every single day I never procreated with my former significant other. I can honestly (and, oh so humbly) say that I struck gold when I found my hubby.

There are a lot of ways to begin your search, keep a lookout at work, go on the blind dates your friends (or dear Aunt Sally) want to set you up on – or you can do what I did and try an online dating service (like Match, eHarmony, or Plenty of Fish–if you don’t want to spend the money). If you decide to go the cyber-route – don’t be shy, and don’t get discouraged. I had to kiss a lot of frogs (or wink at a ton of eligible men) before I found my husband. I also had to go on some really bad dates (like the guy who talked about getting married and having kids on our first date). Did I feel a little down when someone I winked at didn’t wink back? Sure I did – but then I thought about the myriad of men that I ignored. Seriously, you can’t take it personally, there’s someone out there for everyone – you just need to do your due diligence. After all, it’s not like buying a pair of shoes – it’s hopefully a commitment that will last a lifetime.

When creating your profile, be sure that; your photos are current (seriously, there’s nothing worse than someone thinking they’re going to meet a 110 lb model who ends up looking like Yoda in real-life), use proper grammar (have a friend proof read it, if grammar isn’t your forte) and try not to be boring or a sad-sack. I can guarantee, no one wants to hang out with Debbie Downer. Last, be sure to meet in a public place (and if the date doesn’t go well, or they are just downright creepy) keep an eye out when you leave and make sure they’re not following you home.

I, myself, air on the side of caution. I assume it’s because I was into reading true life crime books some time ago, but because of my paranoia, I may have missed out on the chance of a lifetime. My now husband and I had been communicating via instant messenger and phone for over a month (I had recently moved to a new state and he was working in Saudi Arabia). Well, he offered to fly me to Paris – so that we could meet for the first time on the top of the Eiffel Tower. I contemplated it briefly, but decided against it (as he could have been a serial killer). If I only knew we would be married two years later. I guess hind-sight is 20/20, but I’d still rather be safe than sorry.

Welcome!

So, thanks to fate (or your preferred search engine), you’ve stumbled upon my blog and odds are you’re trying to get pregnant, are pregnant, or already have a kid or two in tow.

So, a little about me and what this blog’s all about….I’m a woman of many words, but thanks to my conservative family and public facing job, I’ve been stifled for a while now. With that said – I’m excited for this blog and I have a LOT to talk about. I’m excited to share what I’ve learned along this journey of motherhood and plan to share pretty much everything. If you easily get offended or don’t like hearing about things like poop and puke, this blog isn’t for you.

I’ve decided to remain anonymous, so that I can speak freely and avoid the Catholic guilt so deeply instilled in my core. I’m sure some of you will figure out who I am (especially those I choose to tell), but please don’t let the poop out of the Diaper Genie, or I may have to hurt you.

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