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Friday
Jun042010

Learning how to love and cry

The post-partum hormone roller coaster dip is over, yet I find myself so easily in tears.  It's as though with all the shifting and moving my internal organs did during the last few months of pregnancy, they made way for my brain and my heart to tap into this deep river of emotion that was previously blocked and unknown.

My parents have always been sappy, especially my dad.  I could never keep track of how many emails we've received that end with the line, "Okay, fuzzy screen, I have to go now!" ("Fuzzy screen" being code for "I'm crying and can't see the screen to type anymore.")  I'd always think, "Okay, Dad, so one of us did something great, what's with the overly emotional response?"

But I get it now.  It's not overly emotional.  It's just what parenthood is.

As of this Monday, I will have been a parent for one month.  Just four short weeks.  And, yet, this little piece of information is enough to bring tears.  When I realized that Nate would be four weeks old this Monday (although he'll technically be one month on Thursday), I said to him, "You're going to be a month old this Monday - and it's been the best month of Mommy's life."  Except it came out more like this: "You're going to be a month old this Monday - and it's be.... waaaah..." I couldn't even get the sentence out.

I've always been a bit uncomfortable with expressing emotion.  It makes you vulnerable.  You expose yourself when you expose what touches your heart or worries you or makes you angry.  I'm still learning how to express these things in a constructive way.

Because of this discomfort, I haven't been a fan of many overly mushy movies.  My least favorite, in particular, is The Notebook.  I have more than once called it overly emotional, sappy schlock.  People always respond, "But you can't tell me you didn't cry."  Actually, yes I can - I watched that movie and did not shed a single tear.

One day, though, I came home and my parents were watching it and both were sobbing.  I had told them they'd enjoy the movie, so they expressed their discontent with my recommendation because it was too sad to enjoy.

"Too sad???" I thought.  But it's so manipulative.  It's so obviously TRYING to make you sad that no one should fall for it.  I mean, really.

But I'm going to admit something just to you folks right now: I think if I were to watch that movie this week, I'd end up sobbing hysterically at the end . . . and then I'd feel dirty for how manipulated I'd feel (sorry, I can't give that part up).

Because something's happened.  I can't control my heart anymore.  I love the hubby and Nate so deeply, so completely with my whole being, that my heart just doesn't fit inside anymore and so it bursts out.  I saw someone once say that being a mom means you wear your heart on the outside now.  I thought that was a silly idea at the time, but I get it now.  Boy, do I get it.

So now I understand why my parents cried so easily at things when I was growing up.  Why they fell for The Notebook's manipulation.  Why so many of my dad's emails end with a fuzzy screen.

But I still refuse to watch The Notebook again because there's no way I'm letting anyone catch me crying at that schlock.

 

This post is an entry for the Living Out Loud project.  This month’s theme was “All in the family” (and the timing couldn't be more perfect).  If you’d like to take part in future projects, click here!

Wednesday
May262010

To sleep, perchance to snuggle

As I mentioned yesterday, one of the best things about feeling like myself in my body again is the ability to snuggle with the hubby again.

This really can't be overstated.  When you're pregnant, you're only supposed to sleep on your left side.  I would sleep on my right side at least a third of the time, though, because various body parts on my left side would fall asleep (and not in the way I intended/hoped to fall asleep).  Plus, sleeping on my left side meant I was always facing away from the hubby.  You can't sleep on your stomach while pregnant (obviously) and you can't sleep on your back.  Eventually, sleeping on my side was uncomfortable, but my friend Tracy gave me her body pillow:

It helped me sleep SO much . . . but as you can imagine, it pretty much created a boundary between me and the hubby.  I tried to go without the body pillow one weekend, but got such terrible sleep that I had to go back to using it.  In the scheme of things, it was more important - both for me and The Force - to be rested.  The lack of snuggling didn't take an obvious toll on us, but we both missed it and spoke about it often.

When I came home from the hospital, one of the first things I did was take the body pillow off the bed and shove it in the closet.  However, after the c-section, I could only sleep on my back.  Ironically, after months of being so sick and tired of sleeping on my side, all I wanted to do was sleep on my side - but I couldn't sleep on my sides because it felt like my insides were sliding and everything was pushing and pulling on my scar.  And even now, two and a half weeks later, I can't yet sleep on my stomach. 

But at least I could lay up against the hubby without the body pillow acting like a moat between us.  And now, I can sleep on my side and we can snuggle up together.  There's an amazing depth of feeling to this simple physicality.

The love we have in our marriage has definitely shifted and grown since Nate's arrival.  There hasn't been a day that's gone by where one of us hasn't asked, "How did we create something so adorable/amazing/beautiful?"

I always thought it was remarkably cheesy when someone explained that babies come from "when a mommy and daddy love each other very much" because, honestly, plenty of people who don't love each other create beautiful children.  But I can't think of that line as cheesy anymore because when I look at Nate, I am filled not just with the love I feel for him, but the love I feel for the hubby.  I feel like the answer to how did we create something so beautiful is that Nate is the embodiment of the love we have for each other.

During my pregnancy, I read a lot about the first year of parenthood being one of the unhappiest times in many marriages and it's something I've feared quite a bit.  And, obviously, only two and a half weeks into that first year, I can't make any assumptions about us avoiding that pitfall.  I think it's easier now, while I'm still home and it's all still brand new, than it will be six months from now when we're both working and dealing with a child care schedule and fretting about baby proofing as Nate begins to be mobile - especially if we haven't moved and are still in our postage stamp-sized apartment.

But things right now are so amazing, so wonderful, so better than ever, that I'm no longer worried about that.  From the very beginning of our relationship - from our very first date - I marveled at how the hubby and I physically fit together like two puzzle pieces.  When I curl up in bed with him, it feels more natural than sleeping alone does - and that's something I never dreamed I would find with someone.  I always thought I'd need separate beds when I got married because I could never sleep well with someone else in the bed.  But the hubby and I have got comfortable nights' sleep on a twin bed - and once we fell asleep on my parents' sofa, entangled in a way that 1 - I can't even describe and 2 - makes me wonder just how incredibly tired we were to fall asleep that way.

So part of me feeling like myself again after having Nate involves feeling like a wife again - even better than the wife I was before I got pregnant, the wife I am in my heart - the half of the puzzle.

Friday
Feb192010

Love Means Tracking Each Other by GPS

The hubby has a new love in his life: his Motorola Droid.

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It does all sorts of nifty things, like say, "Drooiiiiid" when he turns it on.  That's about all I can describe since 1 - I haven't actually ever touched the Droid and 2 - even if I did, I wouldn't know everything it could do.

But the other day I got an email from the hubby inviting me to join Google Maps Latitude.  Long story short, this lets you see where each other is on Google Maps by a GPS signal that your phone sends out.

No, those aren't our friends. Yes, I wish we were in Sweden.
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Sound creepy and Big Brother-ish?  Yeah, I thought so, too.  But as I said in my Newlyweds interview, the hubby and I have no secrets.  I don't need to hide from him if I go shopping at lunchtime.  If for some reason I was secretly buying something for him and he asked why Latitude said I was at the mall, I could easily make up a short-term white lie.

So I signed up and I have to admit, it's been kind of fun.  It's not like I sit there all day watching the map, seeing what he's doing (since, really, we're mostly just at work every day).  But there's a little glitch with it, it seems - sometimes it appears that Latitude gives the location of your nearest cell tower, not your actual location based on the GPS in your phone.  So the other night I was at home but it said I was elsewhere.  Yesterday the hubby was at home, but it had him at a local hotel.

Hmmm.  Yes, I believe he was home... even though the hotel is half a block from a strip club.  When we first set this up, I said I'd be more likely to have to ask, "Are you at Guitar Center again??" rather than "Are you at Shakers again??"  (And don't get me started on the name "Shakers" for a strip club.  Yuck.  Although it's better than another local establishment of the same type - named "Wet."  Ew.  That makes me gag.)

So this GPS stuff isn't for the weak, that's for sure.  I could imagine couples getting in quite a few raging arguments based on a location given by a cell tower.  And I don't intend to share my location with anyone else, but I foresee this feature being useful if one has a child with a cell phone.  Even if the location is slightly off, it still would give you a basic idea of where he or she is.

Unless, of course, you have a child who figures out how to hack the GPS and program in a specific location.  That will probably be my son.

Sunday
Nov152009

My first wedding anniversary

One year ago today I was lucky enough to marry the love of my life.

And I love him more every day.  I don't understand how that happens, but it's true.

While shopping for anniversary cards, I couldn't help but cry as I read them.  I began to think about how a year ago, I probably wouldn't have teared up this much (pregnancy hormones or not).  After this first year of marriage, I am completely amazed at just how much I love this man.  I knew our love would change and shift as we went through our marriage, but I really had no idea of how deep love could go.  After this first year of marriage, I have a completely different idea of what the word love means.  I really feel like I had no idea what love could be.  Now I wonder even more just where it can go.  I feel like if I tried to love him any more, my heart would just burst.

Honey: Here's to the rest of our marriage being as wonderful as this first year has been.  I love you.

Hopefully eating year-old cake tonight doesn't do us in.

Tomorrow: You get to see the hubby's anniversary gift.  (Hint: Year 1 is "paper."  And, yes, it's more than just a card.)

Saturday
Nov142009

Tips for Snagging a Husband

Today, on the eve of my first wedding anniversary, I present Bookish Penguin's Top 10 Foolproof Ways To Snag A Husband:

  1. Totally convince yourself he’s not the one.
  2. Tell him from the get-go that this is a casual, short-term thing.
  3. Move two hours away.
  4. When he visits you, insist that you are broken up (and then jump him anyway).
  5. Buy him things he loves.
  6. Cook his favorite foods.
  7. Introduce him to his favorite restaurant (Hi Chipotle).
  8. Tell him he has to go on a date with someone else because that’s the only way he’ll see that you really are NOT the woman for him.
  9. When he’s out on that date, spend three hours crying because you wish he wasn’t.  Log in to his Facebook account to see if they’ve been sending each other salacious messages.  Feel like crap when you see that they haven’t.
  10. Propose over lunch by saying: “Yeah, so I really didn’t like you going on that date with that other woman and I realized I don’t want you to date anyone else . . . ever . . . so I think that means we should get married.”

No, seriously.  It works.  I have one year to show for it.

And, clearly, by "foolproof" I mean that I was the fool and still ended up blissfully happy somehow.