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Real Name: Genevieve Hinson Member Since: September 16, 2009 Last Signed In: November 16, 2009 Blog Views: 338 Send To A Friend Sign Guestbook Add as a Friend
Dear Gynecologist, I can’t get married every month
It’s not what you say. It’s how you say it 5 awesome newsletters for moms A combo of 5 excellent blogs, posts and communities My daughter is more than her virginity Pregnancy, I wasn’t expecting this … (Part 3 of 3) Pregnancy, I wasn’t expecting this … (part 2 of 3) Pregnancy, I wasn’t expecting this … (Part 1 of 3) Learning to accept my autistic son Becoming Craig’s mother September 09 October 09 November 09 Facebook Profile Facebook Page Central Valley Special Needs Community  
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My gynecologist is lucky I wasn’t actually experiencing PMS on the day he told me that it didn’t exist.
I had scheduled my yearly appointment with hopes he could help me find some monthly relief. I wasn’t expecting miracles — or my pants to fit . I just wanted to still be married, raising children and have a job when I became human again.
My family should know I love them every single day, not just three weeks out of the month.
As I sat on the examination table,...
My voice is my power. It’s the timbre and alto that keep my household running smoothly. Without it, well … I’m merely an object to be mocked.
Winters in Central California don’t bring snowstorms, just the occasional rainstorm and Tule fog. The only white flurries I see are tissues flung after a cold virus has attacked the family. This round, I am victim number two. My preschooler’s little body was the Trojan horse that allowed the enemy into the camp.
As he...
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1. Laugh-until-your-ribs-hurt advice
Want someone sharper, wittier and just plain weirder than ‘Dear Abby’ to write to for guidance? Well, just ask Jenny Lawson, also known as The Bloggess. She tags herself as ‘Even less qualified than Dr. Phil.’ She’ll answer your question and chances are you’ll laugh yourself sore, but are you brave enough to follow her advice? (Well, maybe brave isn’t the right word … )
2. Finding grace in today’s...
Why is it before marriage we're either whores or virgins? Is the label of 'bad girl' always going to be associated with sexual activity? And how sexually pure is a 'good girl?'
These are questions I've never asked myself while raising boys for the past 16 years. Why? Because my sons don't have a stigma attached to their virginity status.
Think about it, ever tell your son he looked promiscuous because the length of his shorts was too short? Have a well-meaning teacher tell him he's too...
Pregnant? It didn’t seem real after all these years of infertility. My primary-care doctor thought it was ectopic and sent me directly over to the gynecologist’s office. Only the office was closed and I was directed to the emergency room.
I needed to drive to the hospital. The doctor’s words ‘tubal pregnancy’ echoed in my head. They interrupted coherent thought about the location of the emergency room.
While driving, the street signs looked familiar and I was...
I was pregnant, but I wasn’t going to be able to keep the baby?
After 16 years of infertility, this had to be some big cosmic joke. I felt short of breath. This pregnancy couldn’t be tubal like my primary-care doctor thought. It just couldn’t.
My emotions flipped from stunned disbelief to panicked overload. I was supposed to go straight to my gynecologist’s office. The key was in the ignition, but I didn’t dare shift into reverse. I was a wreck. How was I...
(A look back at August, 2008)
I’m not dying; I’m pregnant.
It had been sixteen years since I last tested positive for a baby. It wasn’t the result I expected my primary care doctor to return. I’d gone to see him because I thought my colon might be infected.
Yes, my colon.
Mind you, I didn’t pick that to worry about at random. A few weeks earlier I had a colonoscopy to remove pre-cancerous polyps.
Pregnancy...
My son was born after midnight during the cooler days of May, before the Central Valley could blaze triple-digit temperatures.
The delivery room was packed full of people. The doctor, several nurses, my husband, my parents and my mother-in-law were in attendance. As my son emerged into the world, I expected him to gasp and then cry about the abrupt ejection.
He did not.
Instead he was quiet and blue. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his slender neck several times. Of course I...
Would he love me? This time six years ago, while waiting for my son to be born, I worried that he wouldn’t return my love. I was certain that when he was a toddler he would, but as a newborn? Would he sense my love for him as I pulled him close or would he strain to hear the song and sounds of his birth mother instead? Would he feel fear and heartbreak and have to keep it locked tight in his body, unable to communicate anything more than a cry?
I also wondered about myself and if I...
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