Monday, April 28, 2008

Welcome back, Boldman!

Well I'm back...and here's the lowdown on my childbirth experience:

It was NOT that bad! The epidural was TOTALLY worth it. I had a painless birth experience. The contractions BEFORE I had the drugs? Again, not that bad. I think I could have endured them for a while longer before getting the epidural. But when you're out walking with your husband in the labor and delivery floor and you keep stopping to breathe and "stick out" the pain and you see the anesthesiologist and he gives you a look of sheer pity, you know it's time to let him do his magic. Also, our Lamaze teacher was right--they don't even offer the "walking" epidural. They want you to get the whole shabang. Walking, Shmalking. I got the works. They even threw in a catheter, just for fun! :)

Our baby is BEAUTIFUL and could not be more perfect. Josh and I are so in love--not only with each other, because this experience has made us love each other even more than we already did--but with this new little life. I'll start updating about his daily activities (but don't worry, I'll spare you the details of his input and output).

A new mommy

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Dear everyone,

Dear everyone,

No baby yet. Contractions have been virtually non-existent all day, but are coming back now. As always, I have no idea if I'll make it through the night--if I do, we will be calling the doctor at 9 a.m. tomorrow to see if we can get into the hospital. We WILL have this baby soon!!!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Dear everyone,

Dear everyone,

The doctor says I should have this baby over the weekend, and she worked some magic to speed things up. YAY! So I'll post daily updates (in letter form, of course) until the pain is so awful I can no longer see straight. Once the baby comes, don't expect to hear from me much. :)


Thursday, April 17, 2008

Dear other bloggers,

To those who are also doing this "letters" challenge:

I've noticed that some of you blogs are quite depressing. I guess you've chosen to use your blog as a method of catharsis and write letters to your absent parents, deadbeat friends, old boyfriends, and others who may or may not have any idea that you have these feelings about them. In fact, some of them might not even know you (i.e. the absent parent). I admit, the prospect is tempting. We all have "unfinished business" with others that we would like resolved, even if the resolution is just to write it down so we can cherish the bitterness all by ourselves. That's great. Just make sure the person to whom you have directed the letter can't read it (unless you want them to, and then that's an awfully passive-aggressive way to get yourself heard, don't you think?). In my online journalism class years ago (see my first post for details on my way cool professor, Andy Dehnart), our first rule and warning was to not write anything online that we didn't want anyone to see. I'm not sure if the professor had experience with this, but he asked us to think about how what we are writing could hurt or influence another person. We were encouraged not to write about or to anyone if we thought there was any potential for hurt.

Take, for example, the case of a long-lost love (or hate, whatever). Say you write your letter to this person on day 22 of NABLOPOMO's "letters" challenge and then move on to the next letter until the month is over and there's a new theme. What if, months later, this person googles you (oh, we can ONLY hope!), stumbles across your blog, and discovers your true feelings (positive or negative). This could throw you into a whirlwind of questions you DON'T want to answer, or make someone who thought you were a pretty nice guy/girl actually hate you with a fiery burning passion because of what you said about him/her/his/her/mother/cousin/brother, etc. There's a fine line between censoring yourself and just watching out...but I suggest that we all pay attention to where that line is and walk it carefully.

The internets are a dangerous place, my fellow bloggers, so be careful out there!


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Dear Ellen Degeneres

Dear Ellen,

I don't care WHAT my dad says--I really like your show! I may have started watching it because my dad doesn't like you, but I definitely like it because it's just a good show. You have great guests, you're really funny, and you do goofy dances. Well, the dancing is a little awkward, but it's unique! Also, you don't tell people what to read in order to make them better people. You don't talk about God/Jesus in one breath and then new age philosophy in the other. In fact, you don't really talk about faith at all, and that's okay. You don't have a magazine whose cover displays a new picture of you every month. You don't pad your show with guests who are your "friends" and talk for 15 minutes about how they love you. In fact, when a guest says "I love you," all you say is a simple, "Thank you, I love you too" and move on. You're not trying to change the world with your're just trying to have fun! Thus, I have fun watching it! You seem like a really nice person and I'm happy that you have some light entertainment on in the's great background noise for ironing, and I catch all the important (funny, lighthearted) stuff.


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Dear body,

Dear Body,

There is now less than one week remaining until your baby is due. You have waited for this since you found out he existed last August. When you had the first sonogram in September it seemed that this week would never get here. Every month, when you heard his little heartbeat it seemed unreal. Now that you hear it every week, it should seem more real. It doesn't. I think that's because you're still waiting for signs of stronger labor, or really anything that would signal the little guy's impending arrival.
You're tired, sore, uncomfortable, and in short, ready to meet the life that's been inside you for the last 9 and 1/2 months. It's hard to carry something around and nurture it for that long without seeing it more than a couple of times! 1 Kings talks about how the temple was built, and the last sentence in the passage you read today said, " took seven years to build the Temple." I'm sure the people were anxious for the temple to be completed, but they waited it out and eventually, after seven long years, it was done. You are SO there right now. You've just got to hang on and eventually it will happen. But please God, let it be soon!!!!


Monday, April 14, 2008

Dear Josh

Dear Josh,
This one's for you...and it also makes 2 posts in one day! I love you! It's also from icanhascheezburger

Dear You,

Dear You,
Photo from
Lots of cute stuff there!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Dear Carl Hiaasen

Dear Mr. Hiaasen,
I am really enjoying your book, "Tourist Season." This is the first of your books I've read...I hope I'm not reading them out of order or anything. So far I really like it, and you are just as funny as people say you are. Looking forward to finding out the ending of the story!


Saturday, April 12, 2008

Dear Me

Dear Me,

You won't be pregnant forever, I promise you won't. That means you won't feel like a crazy person forever. In fact, with any luck, you'll be feeling better in about 9 days. Not that you don't enjoy "having a good cry" following every mildly upsetting life event, but it wears you out...not to mention what you're putting your poor husband through. I realize that so far you've been incredibly lucky throughout your pregnancy, skipping out on the early mood swings, but I think that gave you a false sense of security and you thought you'd feel great and cheerful until week #40. So you made it to week #39 without any crushing emotional symptoms--you should celebrate this small victory, even though you're being slammed kind of hard right now. You're about to see your cute little baby...and that's great! Oh, and just because you yelp every time the baby moves and don't enjoy what he's doing to you from the inside, doesn't mean that you are a bad mother--NO MORE GUILT. You want this baby out, for the best possible reasons--you want to meet him and see what he's like without wondering what body parts he's using to assault you! So "enjoy" this last week like you're supposed to! Sit on your butt and REST!!! 'Cause Lord knows, you're still not sleeping!


Friday, April 11, 2008

Dear OB

Dear Obstetrician,

You are a man, and you have never been pregnant. Therefore, you can't possibly understand how uncomfortable I am right now. I know we should let "nature" take its "course," but when you feel as icky as I do, it's hard to imagine that ever happening. Thank you for your kind sentiments and for being so nice (I'm constantly impressed by how nice the doctors are at our practice). You're right, hopefully you're the last doctor I see before the baby comes and I won't need next week's appointment at all.

Thanks a lot,


Thursday, April 10, 2008

Dear Eagles

Dear Eagles,

I just wanted to thank you for writing and performing "Hotel California." Not only does it sound pretty, but it completely creeps me out and fascinates me at the same time. Especially the live version.
Now I'm going to attempt to get some sleep.


Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Dear Insomnia

Dear Insomnia,

I realize that you are a natural part of the final weeks of pregnancy. However, I find it ironic that you chose to show up last night after my internship class in which I had a discussion with one of my classmates about you. We concluded that there was no point in being upset when you visit, rather, we should just accept you and realize that when we're tired enough, you'll go away and let us sleep. So last night you chose to visit all night, and quite frankly, you overstayed your welcome. Another bitterly ironic part of your visit is that, for once, my unborn child was asleep all night and did not move past midnight. Normally, when I'm able to sleep, he wakes me up or keeps me awake longer than I want to be by punching (or kicking) me and rustling around in my tummy to switch positions. But last night, while I was laying in bed trying to get you to go away, the child was sound asleep...until you finally went away sometime around 6:00 a.m. Then he was up and ready to play...from inside my uterus. Right now I'm tired again, but you've come back! So after I get ready for the day (because now, as a SAHM, I don't have to get ready until I darn well please) I will eat lunch, then go out and try to get you off my back so I can get some much-needed rest. Where am I going? I have no idea. And I'm not telling, for fear that you will follow me there and then home again.


Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Dear Al Gore,

Dear Al Gore,

The book "50 Simple Things Kids can do to Save the Earth" changed my life. I read it over and over and over when I was about 8 years old, and preached its fundamentals to my family and friends, even though they didn't listen. I am now 25 years old and married to a wonderful husband who has told me that if we were in the 1960's/70's, he would totally be a hippie with me. Truly, we are soul mates.

Although I haven't seen "An Inconvenient Truth" and don't really plan to (sorry), I just wanted to thank you for bringing back the environmentally-conscious movement to the forefront. I am thrilled that it is again popular to hug trees and yell at people for crushing styrofoam cups ("Do you know how many CFC's you're emitting into the air???? The hole in the ozone just got bigger because of you!!!). So here are some things that Josh and I have done to reduce our impact on the environment. It saves us a bunch of money, too:

*We only have one car (much less money spent on gas, and fewer harmful chemicals into the air)
*Josh rides a bike to work (again, saving us money on gas, and saving the earth from harmful chemicals)
*We have those squiggly-looking light bulbs (our power bills are ridiculously low, and they use much less energy than regular light bulbs.
*No more cable TV (the TV is not on nearly as much as it used to be, saving energy. Also, we sit on our butts less. That HAS to be good for the environment)
*We use our Brita Pitcher instead of buying bottled water (no more empty water bottles all over the house that end up in the trash!)

Those are only a few of the many examples of how we are "going green." We are always looking for new ways to improve our green-living skills. Thanks to you, Mr. Gore, we are now more popular than ever, and consider ourselves "the cool kids" in the apartment complex, especially in our '95 Ford Taurus with duct tape on the bumper.

--Rachel B.

Monday, April 7, 2008

My adventures as a stay-at-home mom.

Hi there!

This is my first blog post in a VERY long time. I owe my blogging skills to two people:

1. Andy Dehnart, my online media professor at Stetson University (I took his class way back in 2003). He's been blogging at since, well, it's been a long time. Also, MSNBC frequently uses him as an expert on reality TV shows and other mass-media topics.

2. My husband Josh, who has his blog at He is the funniest person I know, so you should check him out. Well, don't actually check HIM out, although he is EXTREMELY handsome. Check out his blog. :)

I guess this is where I will post all sorts of things about my adventures as a SAHM, or a Stay-at-Home Mom, for all you non-abbreviators. Blogger is telling me that "abbreviators" is not a word. COOL! I made up a word!

At this moment, I am not TRULY a SAHM, because I am still with-child. Our first son, Ezekiel David, is due in two weeks. We thought he was going to make his grand entrance last night, but alas, it was a false alarm. I can't wait to meet him, not only because he's been living inside of me and I want to know what he really looks like, acts like, etc....but because he kicks me, a lot. This is my analogy for how this feels: he's running out of space, and even though the housing market is GREAT, his one-bedroom condo won't sell, and he doesn't have a good enough down payment to buy what he really wants--he's waiting for his tax return to come in. So basically, he's trapped. In more ways than one.

I'm hoping to get on board with NaBloPoMo, which gives daily inspiration and topic ideas for each day; sometimes a theme for the month. April's theme is letters, and they're trying to get everyone to post something new every day. I'm not sure if I'll make it every day, but I will try. Hopefully Josh will teach me how to get the word out that I have this thing, and then people will read it!

Much love,

Rachel (and Zeke, too. He's kicking again.)