Bridgette wrote a post in October of 2015 titled This HAS to stop. It’s now February of 2018, and guess what? It hasn’t stopped. In fact, it’s kept going. And the result – more kids are dead and nothing is being done. Continue reading “This HAS to stop (but for real now)”
So, I decided to stop doing a post about each episode and just finish the whole show and share my thoughts about the entire thing. I decided to do this because, as I mentioned in the last post, I was getting annoyed watching and therefore annoyed writing, and that doesn’t make for good reading. Here are some of my thoughts on how the rest of the series played out. Continue reading “13 Reasons Why – The Rest”
I’m pretty sure I would’ve told my parents if there was someone outside of my window taking pictures. And they would’ve put a stop to that real fast.
This episode seemed to be lacking something. It seemed a bit like the writers were grasping at straws to have 13 different people Hannah felt like she needed to blame. I didn’t feel like there was a lot of depth to this episode. Hannah had a stalker, she gained (and lost) a friend in the midst of one episode, and she doesn’t talk about anything to anyone. And no one tries to talk to her. And once a relationship is strained then it’s apparently ruined forever. This was a little too far from real life for me to reflect too seriously on it. Continue reading “13 Reasons Why – Tape 2, Side B & Tape 3, Side A”
I get that peer pressure is a thing. I really do, but I’m disappointed in Clay for caving. Maybe it’s harder for boys than girls as far as peer pressure is concerned. I remember just telling people I didn’t want to, and most of the time, they left me alone. My mom also always told me that I could blame her if I got in a situation I didn’t want to be in, and I intend to be the same way with my kids. I’ll gladly be the bad guy if it allows them to safely get out of doing something they don’t want to do. ‘Ugh, my mom is so mad at me. I’ve gotta get home now or I’ll be grounded for the rest of my life. She’s seriously the worst.’ I can handle that. Continue reading “13 Reasons Why – Tape 2, Side A”
After the second episode, I’m liking this series even less. It plays out like a suspense novel, but it still isn’t revealing much of anything to go on. I guess maybe that’s the point…so we feel like we’re with Clay, listening to the tapes and wondering how he fits in. Or wondering why everyone seems so on edge. Or wondering why Hannah even made these tapes in the first place. Continue reading “13 Reasons Why – Tape 1, Side B”
File this under the ‘be careful what you wish for’ category.
Today, I am 40 weeks pregnant. Today is my due date. And today I feel I am no closer to meeting this baby than I was three weeks ago.
To preface, I know I’m blessed and I know I’m lucky and I 100% do not take this baby or pregnancy for granted. So please don’t take this blog as anything less than a super stressed out, very pregnant woman sharing some real thoughts that I’m sure are not specific to me. Continue reading “40 weeks”
Pregnancy is harder than the adoption wait. I’ve officially decided. Pregnancy is the hardest way to have a child.
This doesn’t take anything away from the agony of the adoption wait. I did it. I know how hard it is. But I also know if do it again if I had to. Because it’s worth it. Because Vincent is 100% worth every bit of worry and disappointment and getting your hopes up that comes with the adoption wait.
But pregnancy is hard. There’s other way to say it. And I was woefully naive as to think it would be a piece of cake. I used to look at pregnant women and think, ‘They’re so happy. They look beautiful and everything looks so effortless and easy.’ And it was something I’ve wanted so badly-to be a mom. To bear children. I knew I could do whatever it took and never once complain. People who complained about being pregnant were ungrateful and didn’t truly appreciate the miracle their bodies could accomplish.
I’m eating my words. Sort of. Continue reading “Pregnancy is the Hardest Way to Have a Child”
I stepped on the scale this morning and a very unpleasant number stared back at me. Yikes, I thought. I haven’t weighed this much since after I got out of college, lived back at home, and thought I could eat whatever I wanted, not work out, and be totally fine. Mind you, I was 22 when that happened, and now it’s 11 years later, and a whole lot easier to gain weight and a whole lot harder to lose it.
Prior to my infertility diagnosis, I started watching what I ate and logging my calories. For me, that’s the only course of action that works. I use My Fitness Pal, log my exercise and what I ate, and try my best to stay at or under my calories each day. When you’re responsible for writing down everything you put in your mouth, those chocolate covered marshmallow eggs seem far less appealing knowing that they’ll quickly bump those calories consumed up, up, up. Continue reading “The Weight of Weight”