My newest addiction

Cloth pads that is! I bought two more tonight, and should get them within the next few days. Both overnight/long since I don't really plan on wearing them out of the house. If I decide to use cloth more than part-time, I'll invest in some day pads and possibly a few more liners. Here are the pictures from the site where I bought it from.

First is the red velour minky...a friend swears that these are heaven on earth



The other is regular fleece, pink and black zebra print

Pictures!

Here are some pictures of my cloth stash, which now totals three whole pads! For the squeamish, don't worry, these pictures were all taken right out of the package, before use :)

My first...the monkey one! It's a Party In My Pants regular pantyliner.




My second, a peppermint print Party In My Pants wide pantyliner. It's bigger than the monkey one, being a wide, and I prefer it.



Finally, my third one which I splurged on today. Hey, it's like $13 plus shipping online, and I got it for $10.99 in the store! It's another Party In My Pants, purple tropical print overnight.



And just for fun, here's a picture of my pup :)

Missouri/Diva Cup/Cloth

Sometimes I wonder where time escapes to. If I break down my day to day life, I'm not THAT busy. Maybe I just suck at blogging ;)

I went down to Missouri last week/weekend, and I was so pleasantly surprised by the pro-natural living attitude so many have in Kansas City! I saw several Obama stickers on cars, which obviously made me very happy...I was expecting it to be like the deep south. Thankfully, no. I went to a small-ish co-op near my mom's office, and was thoroughly impressed. Plus, the cost to join is $15...compared to Minneapolis's much smaller one charging $100! I also went to Whole Foods for the first time, which was essentially a religious experience. Amazing. My cashier at the co-op, which is closer to the house we have down there, was incredibly friendly and very excited for me to move. We had a nice chat about how she moved from California several years before, so she understood completely how hard it is to move. What she doesn't know is that as a retired army brat, moving is in my blood...I'm a gypsy!

Oh, and on the doula front...I'm looking at joining ALACE in the fall! My mom is being very supportive, which is awesome.

So, onto the diva cup and cloth. I combined a life update with my crunchy update.

I've been considering a diva cup for well over a year now. However, I just never got around to it. After a few periods where tampons slowly became less and less reliable, I said screw it and ordered my diva cup. I got a great deal online...$22 including shipping! So I also headed down to the co-op, picked up a P.I.M.P (party in my pants) cloth panty liner. I figured I'd jump into this headfirst!

My diva arrived the same day as my period, and I was very intimidated. However, I sucked it up and read the directions. It was almost instant success. It's incredible to be able to go 12+ hours without worrying about leakage. It took a few days to be able to get it in and out quickly and easily, but it's like riding a bike...once you've got it, you've got it. My cloth liners, which I'll post pictures of (before ever being used, haha) are even less gross. Very dependable, cute, and comfy. I used the bigger one alone on a light day and it was much more dependable than a sposie pad. I'm sold...so now I'm encouraging you to try it! I cannot fathom how someone could try these and not love them! I'm as pro-earth as the next person, but let's face it...almost nobody would sacrifice their comfort to make a small impact. The diva is way easier, more comfortable, more reliable AND better for Mother Earth...who says things are too good to be true?

I promise...

I haven't forgotten my beloved blog! Life has been hectic with work and such, so I haven't had much spare time to compose and in-depth blogs or do any reading...so stay tuned kiddos.

Ina May's Guide to Childbirth

Sorry for the hold up! I've been working like crazy, and I have the flu on top of that! I've since also read "Pushed" by Jennifer Block, and I'll write it up later.

I've had so much respect for Ina May for a long time. I mean, how many midwives have a maneuver named after them that has been used by countless doctors?! Not many. For some time now, I've been absolutely dying to take a workshop down at The Farm. That's another day's story though.

Naturally, her book was wonderful. I mean, it's Ina May Gaskin, what else would it be? The only thing I didn't like was how she mentioned vitamin K shots and eye gunk in a positive manner, which I obviously don't agree with. However, I digress. For those of you who have not read it, the book is divided into two parts. The first half consists of birth stories, complete with pictures. After growing up with the Americanized view of birth, it was very, very informative and almost shocking to read. None of those women used words like painful, unbearable, unnatural, bad, etc. Instead, the stories showed birth as intense, empowering, and for a surprising amount of the women, minimally painful, or even painless. Talk about culture shock, since we live in the world of hospitals, sections, drugs, and women screaming their heads off!

Something that surprised me was that The Farm doesn't necessarly stick with just safe pregnancies. They've done VBACs...all except two delivered vaginally. They've done 19 twin births with only two transfers, all born vaginally. They've had no maternal deaths, and their infant death rates are far below national averages. They've even done breech babies, something unheard of in today's lawauit-happy world. The births stories were by far my favorite part of the book, though the second half was extremely informative and interesting.

In the second half, there are a few things that Ina May repeats over and over, so I'll focus on those. The first is the mind body connection, which makes sense to me, but apparantly doesn't for a lot of people. Essentially, short of rare cases, your body can have your baby with no medications and no problems, and if you expect it to be painful and unbearable, it will be. Another thing is relaxation. Giving birth puts you in a vulernable situation. The cervix is a sphincter, and if you are not in a position where you trust those around you and you are not comfortable, there will be problems. She also stresses good nutrition. Thanks to the healthy diets she reccomends for her clients, there have been no cases in 3,028 births of pre-eclampsia. Gaskin also focuses on the perineum. Episiotomy is a nasty procedure, very unnecessary, and causes far more problems than it suppossedly fixes.

All in all, I would suggest it to anyone, even if you're several years from even thinking about having kids, such as myself. Knowledge is power, and if you wait until you're 25 and pregnant to research anything, you'll run out of time to learn all there is to learn and chances are, you'll have regrets. I know it's not common for 19 year olds to want to be midwives, or know what I know, but someday when I can sit back and enjoy my pregnancy because I already know what I need to know, it'll be well worth it!

Homophobia

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am a male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Almost done...

I'm almost done with Ina May's book, "Ina May's Guide to Childbirth." It's incredible, so look for a review soon :)