Being in and out of the hospital and doctor’s surgery recently has seen one question come up time and time again – are you pregnant? No nurse, no doctor, no nurse, no doctor, I am not pregnant, nor am I planning to be, but yes, if I did accidentally get pregnant – it would not be a big deal.
Reactions to my response from the healthcare professionals have been a little awkward to say the least. They look askance that it would not be a planned baby. And if it was accidental, that surely I couldn’t be happy about it.
The only come back I seem to be able to muster is that i’m 31; it has to happen at some point.
(I don’t mention that my other favourite evidence that I am ready for child is that I can look after 2 cats. Even if one of them has now officially become a heifer. That is not my fault though; I didn’t introduce her to cheese, she sniffed it out herself).
I don’t know at what point you are meant to start planning to have a baby, rather than say, getting accidentally pregnant without really wanting it. The healthcare professionals made me feel rather weird for wanting to let nature take its course. Surely like anything – if you worry about it – then it’s more likely to not happen?
I guess an underlying point of this rant is that I also feel our so called health professionals push women into shoving their bodies full of chemicals all too easily. I have tried most of them, and all of them make my natural occurring, happy body do the weirdest things. Things I do not like it doing. Like being crazy. No drugs = no crazy. Win, win for everyone.
Yes, contraception is essential for young women who really would not like the responsibility of a child foisted upon them through a little accident. But for an adult like me, I’d like to be able to make my own choices about what I put in and what happens to my body.
I just don’t get why that is so difficult for people to understand. Is this just me though? Do you think this this should be planned? Do you feel forced into conforming to this?
It’s the return of the Monday sundries post.
Otherwise known as I’m rather brain dead right now and ill just update you on my life instead of writing anything.
Which if you follow me on twitter then you will mostly know already.
Anyways…
…The last two weekends have been mostly spent partying (the Chav party last weekend and then a friends leaving do on Saturday) which have seen me crawling into bed at 8am and 5am respectively. No, I haven’t seen the last two Sundays. I’m having a really quiet weekend this weekend before the blogging/tweet up in Manchester – two weeks to go girls!
…Work wise, I’m rather busy, trying to juggle being ill, work and uni is a bit of a struggle, but I managed to pass both modules last term with an A and i’m hoping to do the same again. I can’t let the Boy get a first and not me!
….the divorce forms are now signed. Woo. Just waiting for payday before I send them into the court. In 8 weeks time ill officially be ‘Miss’ Smidge again!
…Health wise, the Doctor is awaiting my files from the hospital before starting the tests I had last year all over again to find out if something has changed as my IBS isn’t improving. The lovely nurse at the surgery has signed me up for smoking cessation classes and hurried up the hospital for the check up for the other girly issue (I found out I had progressed from CIN1 to CIN2 in two weeks, why did no one tell me this??). I’m going for it tomorrow so i’m trying very hard not to be nervous about this.
…Holiday wise, now that the Boy has a job, we are planning a trip to Paris, Milan and Rome in June (whilst the world cup is on – haha) ending up in South Lazio on a beach somewhere riding around on a vespa in the sunshine….mmmm better get on a diet now, the Italians are so glamorous. If anyone has any suggestions of things to do, places to stay on the trip then let me know.
(…taking of gorgeous men, I was in heaven watching the Milan derby yesterday, not for the players, but for the managers….check out Jose Mourinho and Leonardo Araujo)
… and finally, this photo might represent all the reasons why my kitten is so fat. Check out that look!
Normal service will resume when my brain is back from its holidays…
P.S.. How are you?
It’s my 10 year wedding anniversary this year.
It actually lasted 8 months and ended with lawyers and recriminations and people going back on their promises and a strongly worded letter from my Dad.
I was always a Daddy’s girl.
And I thought I would marry someone like my Dad.
But I didn’t.
But I married a man with a drug habit, a staying out all night with out telling me habit, and; horrifyingly for a new bride trying to make things work, a cheating habit.
1 chance, 2 chances, 3 chances.
I left.
No, I don’t regret getting married; I married with all the hopes and dreams everyone has on their wedding day.
No, I don’t regret not trying to make it work; I left with my head held high and my dignity intact and hope for the future – that did’t go away just because he had broken my heart.
And, No, I don’t regret leaving it so long to get divorced. He who could have been next, well, wasn’t. For good reasons, I have come to conclude. He who came after that couldn’t see past the past and became the past too. He, who is now, sees me, but i’m not doing this for our future, but for mine.
I’m finally ready to be free from the past.
The papers are getting signed at 4pm on Friday.
….and about bloody time I hear you all say.