Archive for June, 2012

Another Sad Day for Recycling

Last Saturday, Steve and I met up with another couple at the Lincoln Financial Field for the Kenny Chesney/Tim McGraw concert.   The concert started at 4:30, and we got there around 3:30 to do a little tailgating.  Apparently, tailgating at this concert started very early in the morning, and we ended up parking a good 15 minute walk from the stadium.  We hung out for a while, catching up with our friends before actually going into the concert.  I particularly enjoyed sitting in a chair the whole time and not once having to chase a little kid.  It was a nice break from parenthood.

Let me gave you a little background  on country music and Philadelphia.  It isn’t all that popular around here.  We only have 1 country music station, and I don’t readily advertise that I am a country music fan.  Steve is not.  He is a great husband who does indulge me by being my date to these concerts.  However, Kenny Chesney regularly makes a stop for a performance in Philly, and the event is usually sold out.  Why not?  It’s an all day party fueled with lots and lots of alcohol (water for me, of course). 

As we headed over to the stadium, we witnessed the craziness of the day first-hand.  I regret that I didn’t take any pictures!  What was I thinking?!  The parking lots near the stadium were filled with people, most of who couldn’t walk a straight line, stand at all, or even stay awake.  The ground was covered in unidentifiable liquids.  Beer bottles and water bottles littered the pavement.  There were beer pong tables erected in parking spots.  Porta-potties constructed out of plywood in the back of pick-up trucks.  But above anything else that was overwhelming was the smell.  The smell of urine baking in the sun made me so grateful to have parked far away from this madness.    

Maybe my reaction is a yet another sign that I am getting old.  Maybe it was because I was stone-cold sober, but it was still disgusting.  We went in to enjoy the concert, despite drunk people being escorted out by security and a fist-fight behind us, but when we left, the trash all over the ground was still shocking.  I just looked at all the empty bottles thinking that they will never be recycled.  They’ll be thrown out and left to take up space in a landfill for a million years Yes, you heard me right.  It takes a million years for a glass bottle to biodegrade.  So next time you’re planning a tailgate, please try to have a recycling plan in place for the day too.  Drinking and recycling can go together.

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Your 1st Pregnancy versus Your 3rd

Last night, I was thinking about how different my viewpoints are on pregnancy now that I am on my 3rd set of 9 months compared to the first time around.  This whole self-reflection was triggered by a blog post and a doctor’s visit.  Yesterday, I had a maternity checkup and when the doctor asked me how I was doing, I told her that I have a lot of round ligament pain now and frequent backaches.  For those of you that don’t know, round ligament pain is a feeling like you’re being stabbed with a knife on your side just above your hips but below your belly  It’s pretty common in pregnancy as the ligaments stretch but have been quite excessive for me this time around.  As for my backaches, my doctor was realistic and said, “I don’t expect you not to carry your kids around.”  She did suggest that I invest in a maternity support belt to help with both issues.

Now what does this conversation have to do with a blog post?  I had just read a blog post written by a woman who is 1 week further along in her first pregnancy than me who bought a maternity belt to help with her own aches and pains.  I don’t scoff at any woman’s pregnancy aches and pains, but I had to chuckle a little bit at this one.  She is very physically active and her baby belly is as small as mine was at 12 weeks.  I can’t believe how tiny she is!  She looks like she’s bloated from eating a Big Mac and large fries for lunch.  How is it possible that she could need a maternity belt?!  That’s when I started remembering how your perspective changes with different pregnancies.

Take morning sickness for example.  In your first pregnancy, you survive morning sickness and think that you get it.  You really understand what morning sickness is all about.  The truth is you have no idea the severity of your suffering because you have nothing to compare it too.  Morning sickness sucks no matter how bad it is, but you may not realize that it really wasn’t that bad until you’ve gone through it a 2nd or even a 3rd time.  How annoying and insensitive is it when a mom can’t show sympathy for someone with morning sickness because she went through it and survived?  Maybe that mom’s experience wasn’t as bad as hers.  It’s hard to really understand the varying degrees of morning sickness until you have felt something different.

Sleep is another great example.  I actually don’t have sympathy for a first time mom who complains about her lack of sleep.  In your first pregnancy, your only sleep interruption is you.  Maybe you have to get up and pee, maybe your uncomfortable, maybe you wake up because you’re hungry, but you never wake up because another baby is crying and screaming for you at 2am.  You never have to start your day at 5:30am because your kid is awake and ready to play.  You never have to wait until you’ve put your child to bed for your own bed time.  You can nap or lie down and rest whenever you want.  I remember in my first pregnancy, I took a nap every day leading up to the arrival of my son.  This time around, I’m terrified that I will be exhausted before those nighttime feedings even start.

Waiting for you baby. Here is where I do have complete sympathy for the first time mom.  Waiting for your first baby can seem like it takes 9 years not 9 months.  The time just cannot go by fast enough until you can hold your baby in your arms.  In this 3rd pregnancy, I would like time to slow down a little bit so I can start preparing for having a new little one.  I felt like I blinked I was starting my 3rd trimester.

Everybody’s pregnancy experience is unique, special and exciting.  I try very hard not to tell a new mom how it’s really going to be because her experience is her own and shouldn’t be tainted by other’s stories.  I can’t help but look back on my own experiences and appreciate how much wiser I feel for having been there done that.  Although, I’m sure something new will pop up that will make feel just as inexperienced as I was the first time around.