tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post7565518189037355656..comments2023-10-17T02:54:55.895-05:00Comments on Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition: With MY fourth baby . . . .Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-33402677439052987132008-01-03T15:38:00.000-06:002008-01-03T15:38:00.000-06:00LOLLOLRebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-24933764801619627892008-01-03T11:08:00.000-06:002008-01-03T11:08:00.000-06:00All this, and our very existence accuses and convi...All this, and our very existence accuses and convicts them. I'm the same way; I see a mother treating her child with respect and I'm filled with guilt. I see a wife obeying her husband without grudge and I'm filled with self-loathing. I see these things and I have only one choice: change. <BR/><BR/>But it feels far better to laugh with scorn and work mightily to scratch out that wife's/mother's eyes.<BR/><BR/>Let the reader understand.Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546489539063088564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-45417464365858891972008-01-02T13:29:00.000-06:002008-01-02T13:29:00.000-06:00Yeah. And whether or not they believe(d) their re...Yeah. And whether or not they believe(d) their reasons at first, they try to convince themselves in the repetition, because that is all they have left. Guess we all do that, with something or other. I know that when I find myself randomly putting forth reason/excuse upon reason for something, it's maybe time to reexmaine that topic or action again.Reb. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06827521306898397100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-64351503408629727812008-01-01T14:54:00.000-06:002008-01-01T14:54:00.000-06:00This is the same kind of thing that you hear at we...This is the same kind of thing that you hear at weddings--there's always this middle-aged constituency making snide remarks about marriage and how much it stinks. I think they can't deal with other people being happy with their lives. So just wait, you'll get fat and hate that nice young groom eventually; and just wait, you'll have a terrible labor and never sleep again; and just wait, your life won't go how you wanted it to just like mine didn't. <BR/><BR/>It's actually really sad. I think there are a lot of people out there who would like to have, or have had, more kids, but for whatever reason cho(o)se not to. All they have left to comfort them are those reasons, and sharing them with other people (especially pregnant ones) is somehow cathartic for them.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11129136210164478753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2566055197730422533.post-54501056166685471172008-01-01T13:33:00.000-06:002008-01-01T13:33:00.000-06:00We're only on #3, and so far it seems people still...We're only on #3, and so far it seems people still feel free just to repeat their horror stories of their #1 and #2. And, of course, to reiterate, completely unasked, why they didn't/"couldn't" have more than their two. <BR/><BR/>Yes, we too find private amusement at the long and unsolicited explanations, coming from people who surely know our income bracket, about how they can't afford any more kids. (Methinks they doth protest too much?)<BR/><BR/>We can't afford any more kids either, when you put it like that. But we're trying to act like we trust God as much as we say we do. It's a work in progress, to be sure! Even thinking about these 3 scares the pants off me sometimes (much easier nowadays, what with these stretchy elastic waistbands that never fit right anyway). <BR/><BR/>Did anyone else find that their pregnancy initiation with #1 was that, immediately following the congratulations, everyone told you the worst stories they knew about pregnancy/L&D? No wonder everyone wants to get out of the baby business as soon as they've begun.Reb. Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06827521306898397100noreply@blogger.com