Relaxing words
My Kaiser class gave me a list of relaxing words to think about. Okay, so I can understand how "comfy, cozy, warm, cool, and floating" might be relaxing words, but "limp, flaccid, droopy, weak, and flabby"? These words are a straight shot of anxiety into the hearts of most Californians, I would have to say.
I may have to create another post about "Phrases to Relax with" and "Positive Affirmations."
I may have to create another post about "Phrases to Relax with" and "Positive Affirmations."
posted by Sarah Goss at 5:13 PM
11 Comments:
Hi Sarey,
I am officially on board yourblog now. Your mom is here and directed me to it. So glad things areso great at 35 wks! I am gonna go back & read all your other mos. posts now. Big bag of baby clothes for u(m.b. has 'em)
p.s. sarey-
I'm so thrilled this went thru cuz it's as good as e-mail. Talk to you next post.
Hi Cousin Rache!! I am glad Mom told you about the blog; it never occurred to me that you might be able to read it, since I know you guys have had such terrible internet problems. But you can! And now we have an email alternative for online communicating!
Some more relaxing words: "almost done," "over and done with," "baby out," "soon enough," "no more rib pain," "whatever you want to eat, ice cream, nachos, rice pudding" (that last one kind of applies in any situation).
Limp? Flaccid? Droopy? Clearly they're going for, "Let's try to relax our soon-to-be mothers by suggesting that their impotent husbands won't make them pregnant again."
I LOVE IT-- you kill me, Mita. Kill me, kill me, kill me. (Why do I like to say that so much these days? Hmmmm...).
Hee! Your words are much more relaxing, Deb...much better than "I hate you," which I am deeply ashamed to admit I said to the baby the other day when she kicked me in the ribs (maybe I shouldn't be admitting that in public! I am bad mother...bad, bad, bad).
It's actually pretty normal to have totally inappropriate thoughts and words while you're dealing with the killing stress of this whole insane process. You reminded me of a great book I read that was a ** realistic ** look at pregnancy by an established literary author; I think it was Louise Erdrich. At one point when she is seriously losing it from stress after her baby is born, she rocks the child to sleep by cooing phrases softly to her like, "You are driving me up the goddam wall..." It's a great read and might also be a healthy dose of perspective for you; let me know if you'd like me to send you a copy.
Perspective, you say? I have too much f*ing perspective! (Bill, if you don't get that allusion, I'll be very disappointed in you.) I'd love to read anything you want to send me.
Listen to the flower people, Sarah.
You're in luck. The caffeine has kicked in early this morning and I remembered the title. It's called _The Blue Jay's Dance_ and I will include my copy in your (now much belated) birthday package. It's both hilarious and poignant, and Erdrich's discussion of her pregnancy cuts through a lot of exactly the kind of nonsense you've been receiving from strangers all year. I'd love to hear your reactions after you've had a chance to read it.
I love those comfort words. One of the women in the childbirth class before mine who came back with her baby to share her story said she wanted to take home the IV that had given her the epidural and paste it in her scrapbook, she felt so emotionally attached to it
:-)
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