Is it only Wednesday?
This week is draaaaaging. Thankful for Hallie’s hump-busting list making link up to break up the monotony of another full day at Camp AC.
1. This Meyers Briggs assessment, dug up by the Modern Mrs. Darcy. I’m an INTJ (what the what? I’m not sure I completely concur…), what are you?
2. Mary was right, Comandini is the bomb. You’re one lucky new mom or blushing bride-to-be if you are a friend of mine, because I am loaded down with religious goodies galore. For like, the next decade.
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Bought these on our most recent trip home, per Dwija’s recommendation, and while they aren’t the most attractive or stylish flips in the world, they aren’t completely hideous. And I am happy to report that they are downright pleasant to pound pavement in.
Anyway, I figured now that I’m reverting back to full-on American troll it doesn’t really matter what I wear in pubic anymore, so long as mah feet don’t hurt. I draw the line at running shoes unless I’m running into the gym though. And it’s a thick black line.
4. This piece by NCR’s John Allen is fascinating. And I think, fairly accurate. I’m always so surprised when I read his stuff because it’s so good and so balanced, and yet…he works at the National Catholic Distorter. Go figure.
5. Simcha’s piece yesterday was kind of slap-yourself-obvious, but in a helpful way, because why on earth haven’t I put some of those brilliant observations and self insights into practice?
I definitely have a handful of mom blogs I click over to occasionally but cannot subscribe to because, just as she described, they make me want to punch somebody after reading. I’m glad your house looks that way, truly I am. And I love your DIY chevron pillows and that hand-crafted size 0 maxi skirt you’re sporting in your third trimester. Now excuse me while I go berate myself in front of my empty, disorganized closet before wallowing in a bag of salted peanuts.
Furthermore, I had another ‘aha’ moment while reading about wanting to punch people while reading things: this is how I feel about reading natural birth stories. My husband is probably going to be immensely relieved to discover that I have at last hit upon the answer to ‘why can’t I have a baby that way like everyone else on Youtube/Facebook/this article/this friend?’
Because you’re not them, honey.
That answer, while true, has never ever been sufficient. But yesterday I realized that what makes me feel so awful about it is the fact that I continue to read things that make me feel awful about it.
Oh, okay.
Well then. If I could just turn my attention from all the very helpful and (I’m sure) uplifting to somebody “I labored in my own bedroom using nothing but lavender essential oil on my pulse points and breathed the baby down into my husband’s loving hands in the wading pool in our dimly-lit living room to the soothing tones of Enya with nary a tear to tell about it” tales, I’ll be a much easier preggo to live with.
Because I need drugs to push my huge babies out, they’re always sunnyside up until we’re well into stage 2, and while I am very much aware of the redemptive power of suffering and the beauty of the Cross, begging my doctor to kill me in the delivery room doesn’t seem like the height of Christian perfection.
Anyway, got favorites of your own? And do tell on the personality evals, I love to know other people’s temperaments and MB types. Battle scar of a psychology major, I guess.
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