My Body: Open for Commentary?

My family and I were out for a walk last weekend. We were trolling some houses we want to buy to accommodate our expanding numbers. We saw a group of women sitting on a porch across the street. Strangers. Just yakking on the porch on a lovely spring evening.

One of them yelled, “Excuse me! What are you doing?”

Realizing she was talking to me, I furrowed my brow. How should I answer this person? Had she seen my younger son eating boogers? The older one touching poison ivy?

She clarified: “You trying to walk that baby out???”

I felt taken aback. What? I’m only 30 weeks pregnant. Assuming these women have been pregnant before, I couldn’t understand how they couldn’t tell the difference between a woman in or near labor and, well, a woman just great with child.

“We’re just taking a walk,” I said.

“Nah, you walking that baby out!”

I should have kept on walking, but then something *wrong* would just be left dangling in the ether and I felt compelled to explain. “I have 2 months to go.”

At this, everyone on the porch began to scream and yell in shock and disbelief. They yelled comments about my stomach, about the size of me, about my gait. It kept on and on until we were out of earshot.

Strangers! Presumably not midwives or obstetricians, but lay women just feeling somehow like it was ok to express these things about my body.

On one hand, there’s this reality: this is my third pregnancy. My core muscles have been surgically severed twice. There’s really nothing left to help me maintain lift and so my womb expands and sags.

I’m also just over 5 feet tall. My babies have nowhere to go but straight out the front.

But mostly, who the hell do they think they are? Why is it suddenly acceptable for them to make comments about me from their porch on a Monday evening?

I’ll never get over being angry at the way we’ve decided it’s open season to grope or discuss a woman’s body once there is a human baby inside of it. When you see a pregnant woman, know that every one of her relatives has already made a remark about the size and shape of her body, has suggested something about the size of her baby and made a judgment about her level of swelling/zittiness/belly button. This pregnant woman has been subjected to uninvited, forceful advice about birthing, parenting, infant feeding, and sleep.

The result of these porch-sitting-wanna-be-obstetricians was to ruin my walk, and send me into tears of frustration. I made Corey get the car to hurry us home. I felt too vulnerable and exposed walking out in the world where, evidently, even people sitting on their porches were watching my every step. It’s going to be a long summer until Baby Lev emerges.

Posted by on May 31st, 2014 No Comments

An Act of God

I read a few DIY house blogs and in some small part of my brain, I pretend I’m into that sort of thing. For instance I’ve got stakes in the ground…they’ve been there for 2 years in some sort of teepee formation and I was going to plant climbing beans along the bottom so they would form a living teepee for my boys. There’s even some gnarled yarn dangling from the stakes pretending there might some day be a plant climbing up in there.

Add to this lack of motivation to tend my abode the fact that I’m 28 weeks pregnant and home a lot of the time with 2 active boys. You might understand why my front “garden” is a den of knotweed and the back “garden” is basically a giant pit for rabbits and groundhogs to poop in. Which they do!

Because we’re starting to look for a bigger house to accommodate our growing numbers, we realize we should prolly tidy up the property a bit. Not a ton, but some weed pulling would be nice. I even went out front last evening and trimmed away the daffodil leaves, pulled the dandelions out of the flower bed, and with great sadness hauled away the carcass of the lavender bush that died in the polar vortex.

Today, I was going to climb into the back garden and clean that sucker out. I was going to dig up all the wild onions and, like, hoe the soil or something. Maybe even use the loppers to trim back some of the forest. In a small part of my mind I considered buying some creeping thyme to plant back there, but then I remembered it wouldn’t spread before we’re selling the house anyway. Better to focus on the tree growing under the porch!

So anyway, I was about to get myself out there. I was about to stand up and get the hoe, when I heard a crackling sound in the back woods. A tree was falling down! Right where I was planning to go weed.

The majority of the detritus landed on our neighbors’ shed. There’s really only some twigs and things in our garden area. But there were aftershocks of crackling sounds and it seemed unwise to haul my pregnant self and my two-year-old up there to potentially get crushed by timber.

So Felix and I sat around and played iPad instead and our yard carries on in its unkempt state!

Posted by on May 24th, 2014 No Comments

What Interviews Are Like for Me

When I interview people for writing assignments, I get totally engrossed. Recently, I’ve been interviewing a bunch of doctors about their research in women’s health. And it is FASCINATING.

They’ll be casually talking about their findings, and I can’t help but interrupt them–”You discovered WHAT? Are you sure? That’s incredible.”

If I’m talking to, say, an artist about her work, this line of questioning is usually met with shared enthusiasm. We both get to gush for a few minutes. But the sciency folks always seem taken aback. They stutter a minute, then concur. Yes. It is in fact interesting to learn that there is something different in the actual skin of pregnant ladies that causes adhesive patches not to stick.

Or, that we’ve been giving methadone to pregnant women without understanding what the appropriate dose should be for a pregnant person because nobody has ever tested the pharmacology of medications for pregnant patients.

Yesterday, I was interviewing a team of midwives in the birth center here in Pittsburgh. There was some confusion upon seeing me in the lobby, because I’m largely pregnant and they thought maybe I made a mistake and showed up for some prenatal care. But then we started talking about how they hold drop-in well-woman visits on Fridays for women who can’t make scheduled appointments for one reason or another…and once a month they offer these appointments entirely in Spanish. I just can’t help myself when I learn about such awesome programming.

I spend so much of my day thinking that the world is not designed to support a woman who is home alone with young children. And here are a group of women thinking about these barriers to women getting medical care, talking about how if they can capture women and help improve their health, it improves the health of their entire extended families. These aren’t just PAP smears, these are comprehensive explorations of the women’s health, while their kids climb around right there and nobody judges them.

I’ll tell you. Sometimes it’s hard to maintain objectivity as a writer.

Posted by on May 23rd, 2014 No Comments

Some More People with Their Act Together!

Last night, 20 more people got their act together at Shining Light Prenatal Education!

As I sat checking people in, I heard the same refrain again and again: We’ve been trying to do this for years but never had the money for the lawyer and couldn’t work out the logistics to do it ourselves.

All these families thought they were so alone in this struggle to organize such important parts of their lives. Really, most of the young families I know are in this same boat. Many of the people who came last night were friends with a family who recently lost their young father. They didn’t have their paperwork in order, unfortunately. His widow has been struggling through probate court and the state of PA has suggested she might need to separate out their assets that were intended for their children. It’s a hot mess.

I can’t imagine having to deal with that on top of unfathomable grief. I think of these families when I organize these events!

We’re just a few months out from welcoming our third child, so we’ll need to re-examine our own legal paperwork soon enough. I’m also thinking of all the young people in the sandwich generation, the ones taking care of their aging parents in addition to their young children. Many of these aging, ailing parents don’t have their act together, either.

There’s a lot of work to be done, and I’m excited to help my friends and neighbors to do it!

Posted by on May 20th, 2014 No Comments

Let It Go: End of the Road For the Favorite Shirt

Remember how I talked so much game about fixing my favorite shirt? My long companion? The garment that’s accompanied me my entire marital life so far? Just as I was getting myself set up to work on it, the other damn zipper broke off.

I realized the metal on all the remaining zippers (pockets only, now that both front zippers are gone) has become brittle and almost disintegrated.

It’s time to retire the shirt.

I’ve made no moves to do so–it’s still sitting on a work bench in the basement, next to the pliers. I think I keep hoping that my letter to Pearl Izumi will have convinced them to re-release the double zipper on their outerwear. Mostly, I’m too sad to take it to the bike shop to exchange for something new.

I’m currently 27 weeks pregnant with our third son. I might have forgotten to mention that online, because being pregnant while working and parenting two other kids takes up so, so, so much of my time and mental energy that sometimes I forget it’s happening. This matters because on cool spring days, I keep trying to figure out why this pregnancy is so much more frustrating to dress for than the previous ones.

Then I realize I don’t have Old Faithful to use as an arm and upper-chest layer, with the trusty double zipper opened at the bottom to accommodate my baby belly.

I’ve got one maternity cardigan and 2 maternity sweaters, which are all too heavy for spring. They are not water-resistant and broken in and soft like my favorite shirt. I’m Goldilocks and I’ve lost my “just right” shirt.

I might stop whining and just go swap it out for a jacket that converts to a vest. It should start to fit me in about 13 weeks!

Posted by on May 12th, 2014 No Comments

Getting Acts Together!

This week was the April Get Your Act Together notary event at the Pittsburgh Toy Lending Library. What a great turnout! I’ve been so excited that several local blog and news outlets picked up the story about the events, and word spread fast–April sold out within minutes of one story’s publication and the May event just sold out this morning.

It’s such a joy for me to see these families breathe deeply as they sign the last document, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders (at least for a few minutes). One of the notaries shared that it’s so important for young people to think about these documents–she told a story of being called into pre-op at Presby hospital as the anesthesiologist waited at the foot of a patient’s bed. The patient hadn’t finalized documents and was about to enter a very complicated surgery. Everyone had to wait until he could sign and notarize his wishes.

None of the folks attending these mobile notary signing events have to worry about this.

So I’m looking forward to the May event at Shining Light Prenatal Education, where 20 more people will sign their way to peace of mind. What an honor to help facilitate!

Posted by on April 30th, 2014 No Comments

May Get Your Act Together Event!

Get Your Act Together

families signing paperwork

Families get their documents signed, notarized, and witnessed by other participating families

Do you and your partner have a will? Power of attorney? Living will? Maybe you have these documents set up, but have never managed to coordinate a time when you can both get to a notary with witnesses AND find childcare for your kids…

I’ve got a solution for you: Get Your Act Together, a family-friendly signing event

I’m coordinating a notary signing event for young families at Shining Light Prenatal Education. Parents can come with documents prepared, our kids can play safely in the space, and we can all serve as one another’s witnesses while a team of mobile notaries stamps our documents.

Here are the details:

May 19 from 6:00-8:30pm.

Shining Light Prenatal Education, 3701 Butler Street, Pittsburgh, PA 15201

SOLD OUT!

This price includes space rental fees, notary travel fees, 3 notary stamps per adult, and other costs associated with planning the event.

Guests must come to the event with their documents completed. We will not have lawyers or legal advisors present. This event is intended to help families get DIY documents in place to communicate their wishes should tragedy strike.

Not sure where to start with these documents? Rocket Lawyer and Suze Orman have great templates for a Last Will, Durable Power of Attorney, and Living Will.

**Please feel free to bring your children!

**Attendance is limited to 20 adults

For more detailed information about the legal documents we’ll be notarizing, click here. To learn more about my history with these events, click here.

SOLD OUT! Hopefully I’ll be organizing another event soon. Please contact me if you’d like to be on a waiting list.

Posted by on March 30th, 2014 5 Comments

April Get Your Act Together Event!

Do you and your partner have a will? Power of attorney? Living will? Maybe you have these documents set up, but have never managed to coordinate a time when you can both get to a notary with witnesses AND find childcare for your kids…

(Image via JaySurdukowski)

I’ve got a solution for you: Get Your Act Together family-friendly signing event

I’m coordinating a notary signing event for young families at the Pittsburgh Toy Lending Library. Parents can come with documents prepared, our kids can play safely in the space, and we can all serve as one another’s witnesses while a team of mobile notaries stamps our documents.

Here are the details:

April 28 from 6:00-8:30pm

Pittsburgh Toy Lending Library, 5401 Centre Ave, Pittsburgh, PA 15232

Cost: $31.20 per adult**

This price includes space rental fees, notary travel fees, 3 notary stamps per adult, and other costs associated with planning the event.

Guests must come to the event with their documents completed. We will not have lawyers or legal advisors present. This event is intended to help families get documents in place to communicate their wishes should tragedy strike.

Not sure where to start with these documents? Rocket Lawyer and Suze Orman have great templates for a Last Will, Durable Power of Attorney, and Living Will. (Rocket Lawyer is doing a free “make a will month” for April!)

**Please feel free to bring your children!

For more detailed information about the legal documents we’ll be notarizing, click here. To learn more about my history with these events, click here.

Any additional questions? Leave a comment and I’ll be sure to answer them as best I can.

SOLD OUT!! Please consider our May event.

Posted by on March 26th, 2014 10 Comments

Slow Simmer

Awhile ago, I transitioned this blog to mostly focus on my writing, and then the blog became pretty quiet! It’s become even quieter of late, and that’s because, well, I haven’t been doing a ton of work lately. I’ve stopped actively seeking new clients at this point and am working with my existing clients. My work and writing life have come to a slow simmer. I think that’s ok.

I hear other people talk about how they work from home with kids around, and I am truly baffled by this concept. The only thing I can think is that these people either work opposite shifts from their partner, have kids who sleep a lot (or at least more than my alert, dairy-farmer children), or have kids with calm temperaments.

I have part-time childcare right now, and those are the ONLY moments when I am able to get work done. Not only the actual writing work, but even sending emails or making phone calls to confirm appointments or interviews. I literally cannot send a confirmation email while I am responsible for keeping my children alive.

Here’s an example: the other day, Miles asked me to help him unstick his arm from a too-small sleeve. In the few moments I was turned away to do that, Felix got his toothbrush and dunked it into the toilet before using it to scrub his teeth.

Here’s another example: I paused to butter some toast for Miles and turned back around to find Felix greedily slurping up water from the dishwasher door–dirty water tinged with barbecue sauce and mustard drippings–as if it were ambrosia.

My reality is simply that my kids require constant monitoring, relentless supervision. It’s not because I’m a helicopter parent. It’s not because I’ve failed to impose limits. It’s because they are feisty and curious with little concept of safety awareness. They’re always a heartbeat away from stabbing each other in the eye with an icicle.

Sure, I could hire more childcare and plan to work more hours. But often, there are things that pop up during my work time and I’m the only appropriate person to respond. Like last week, Felix got an infected body part (I’ll spare you the details) and I had to rush his feverish, prurient little body to the pediatrician the very same day Miles had to be picked up from school for an asthma attack.

Plus, I spend a LOT of time managing Miles’ various behavior services every week. It’s important to me that I am the one to manage these services and make sure my son is getting the support he needs. Just yesterday, I was on the phone for an entire half hour trying to arrange his transition to kindergarten meeting. During that half hour, I had to buckle the kids in their carseats and give them cups of animal crackers. (Don’t worry–I turned the heat on for them)

Every now and then, I get sad when I see a potential story I know I could be writing. Right now, my family is fascinated by the shortage of road salt throughout the Midwest and East Coast. We learned there’s one lone salt mine in upstate New York frantically working to provide salt for 12 states who need it for the winter that won’t stop pounding us in the face. If I were working more, I’d be locating a salt miner and writing a profile about him or her. Wouldn’t that be fascinating to read? Wouldn’t you love that?

I remind myself that one day, my kids will know how to, generally, keep themselves alive. Or at least they’ll be at school during the day and someone else will be in charge of keeping them from licking up black market road salt. So I’ll be able to work more and these sorts of stories will always exist. I’ll always have the ability to write them. So I’m ok with the slow simmer for now.

Because it also means I get to be there to watch Felix torment his brother with a feather duster. It means I get to be the one to sneak  the word “fart” into song lyrics and make Mils snarf milk out of his nose. And then I get to read them Charlotte’s Web. It’s good stuff, this.

Posted by on February 20th, 2014 No Comments

Running in the Limestone Mine

This weekend, I ran an underground 5k. It was every bit as awesome as it sounds. At first, I didn’t even want to register for this race, despite thinking it was awesome. My irrational fear of the mine collapsing kept me from signing up and when we had a board meeting scheduled for the Toy Lending Library, I breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn’t have to face my fear.

But then the board meeting got moved and I had no more excuses. I’d already told all my friends about the mine race. So I registered. It was the coolest thing I’ve done for a long time.

The Wampum mine, in Beaver Falls (about an hour northwest of Pittsburgh), stopped actively mining limestone in the 30s. Now, it’s a 50-acre storage facility. Underground, it’s 55 degrees year round. It’s a bit humid and the entire interior of the mine is all gravelly. I rather thought it would be paved for some reason…

The start and finish lines had to be above ground because the timing chips wouldn’t work underground, so the race started and finished outside in the 14-degree weather. That was pretty awful. But otherwise, as I wound through 49 turns inside, I just kept thinking about how interesting it all was. All these carefully constructed support columns served as dividers between rows of RVs, airstream trailers, carnival rides, boats, and food carts. Parking spot numbers were painted on the walls in yellow spray paint.

The ceiling was high enough that tractor trailers fit in there with plenty of room to spare and, well, they were able to construct a 3-mile running course inside. It was so vast. I never felt claustrophobic for a moment in there, but I did trip a few times where the gravel was uneven.

I saw a few runners wearing head lamps at the start and I thought they were being snarky, but the mine is only lit by wee strands of bare light bulbs, so it was pretty dark in there. Next time, I’ll bring a headlamp, too.

Corey and Miles came along to cheer for me, but primarily because they wanted to check out the mine. They were disappointed not to be allowed inside. They could only sit at the exit tunnel and wait for me to come by, and even to do that they had to register and sign out afterward. I was happy to have them there even if they were bummed to have made the trip!

I’ve been spending a lot of time researching depression and anxiety, so it was nice to get away from that heavy sort of work for awhile and just concentrate on running during the race. I didn’t train for it–I just don’t want to run outside when it’s icy and it’s been below freezing (well, well below freezing) for almost 2 months straight. So it was nice to re-awaken my muscles for something so interesting!

Here’s a video from the race 2 years ago to give you an idea of what it all looked like in there:

Posted by on February 11th, 2014 2 Comments