I must admit that I'm not infrequently moved to the point of crying. Fortunately for me, I don't have any tearducts, so most people can be left safely in the dark during these moments. If you asked me a question, I'd be in trouble, because my throat nearly closes up from the effort of not audibly sobbing. Praise music in church, movies, sweet moments with my family, you name it. Pregnancy seems to have ratcheted this up a notch. So I thought I'd share my latest throat-blocking moment with you if you're interested. http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/christian.asp
You might laugh at me for crying during this, but remember, it's the fetus' fault.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I don't have anything in particular to say. It's been a long time since I've posted, so I thought it was due. It seems the summer sends lots of blogs into hiatus. Hard to feel motivated to type when there is so much else happening I suppose. For my part, I'd like to blame it on nausea. I haven't felt motivated to do much other than lay on the couch and watch movies. Yesterday Owen wanted me to play with him on the floor. I told him I needed to lay down for a little while because my belly hurt. When Will got home, he immediately told him that my belly hurt, because there's a baby in there. So funny. No idea why he connected the two. I've never given him an explanation for this recurring "belly hurt." Smart kid. Not so smart on the specifics of pregnancy though, since he keeps declaring he has a baby in his belly, despite our efforts to teach him otherwise. A few weeks ago, he seemed to concede, but then told us he had a baby in his leg instead. By the way, in case you don't know already, I'm pregnant. Here we are going on about diapers and nausea, never actually stating the fact. If you haven't heard this news in person, I'm sorry. We love so many people, who are spread out all over the place, and I just haven't had the energy to personally contact everyone I would like to, so please don't be mad.
Monday, July 14, 2008
As a new little one slowly nears and we become a little more environment conscious, the question of what kind of diapers to use has arisen. Mind you, Owen is still in some sort of diaper and is fighting hard to stay that way. He will tell us that he needs to pee-pee, but that usually just means, "I pee-pee'd a little and I want you to pay attention to me and not whatever you are doing so I can control my world just a little more." Selfish.
It would be much easier if it were just a question of Pampers vs. Huggies. Consumer reports does a pretty good job of telling us which is the best, and a little time and experience fills in those gaps. Unfortunately, there is no such offering for cloth vs. disposable diapers. There are a smattering of sites on the internet preaching one view or the other. Most of the cloth sites are in some way linked to the cloth diaper industry or environmental groups. They yell, "All the studies saying disposables are about equal to cloth in the end are funded by the diaper industry and we hate them...and George Bush too!" You don't really find any sites that are the opposite, but I'm sure they are out there.
All that said, the cloth diaper backers have yet to present me with good science to prove to me that I should be a cloth diaper lover. In fact, the only compelling evidence that I've found is from a great friend of ours. Her rhetoric sounds about the same, but it at least comes from somebody I know and trust. On the other hand, there are studies out there that break down the environmental impact on both sides of the fence, generally by independent research firms. I'm sure a little cash comes there way from somebody else, but I also understand that that is the way research gets done in this world, whether it's about drugs or business or diapers.
At this point, I think Christy is slightly on the cloth side. I'm on the disposable side all the way. I'm really on the "Christy needs to birth a potty-trained baby" side, but that's like voting for Nader.
So what do you think?
Pick one. I expect your answer under my door by Friday.