Ongoing “Ice Breaker” Survey for Newsletter Subscribers

IcebreakerThis is an ongoing “Ice Breaker” survey for any Newsletter Subscriber.

I’d love to learn a little more about you, and give you the chance to learn a little more about me. Consider this an online version of one of those awkward “ice breakers.”

I read every single submission, so I promise your answers aren’t shooting into the internet void.

I’ll give you my answers to the 5 questions first. Provide your answers in the form below.

1. What is a little known fact about yourself?

I’m afraid of birds. When I was 20, I almost collapsed in terror in Venice’s Piazza San Marco. Over the years, I thought the fear had dissipated. But, when a San Diegan seagull tried to grab a slice of sweet potato out of my 2 year old daughter’s hands, I “freaked out.” Big time. My daughter had to calm me down. Did I mention she was 2 at the time? I could feel the other moms laughing. I can’t blame them. I must have looked insane. Later, this fear reached its height in Guam. We moved there during nesting season, and the black drongos were in full dive bomb mode. The fear of this dive-bombing was so intense that every time I left the house my heart raced and I swung a lanyard in repetitive circles like a crazy person. I don’t know how this fear began, but it’s my most irrational and long lasting fear. Seriously, though, drongos and seagulls are the worst.

2. How did you meet your spouse/significant other? Are you still together?

WeddingI’ve been married to Dave since 2009. Honestly, I can’t imagine parenting without him as my partner. I don’t know how you single moms do it. Not just day to day. I actually get a taste of that because he is in the military and sometimes deploys or goes on trips (I do not have the patience for single parenting), but I also mean psychologically. Dealing with postpartum body issues and motherhood in general would have been much more difficult without a supportive partner. I know I am incredibly lucky.

We met in high school, but we were NOT high school sweethearts. We barely knew each other. He asked me out after graduation, and we went on several awkward dates before drifting apart. It was not meant to be. But, 7 years later it was. We reconnected and haven’t looked back.

3. Where are you from? Tell me one thing I might not know about that area.

I’m a Navy baby, so answering “where I’m from” is a little difficult. I spent most of my formative years in a suburb outside Albany, New York. This is where I went to junior high and high school (and, yes, met my husband). Many people don’t realize Albany, not NYC, is the state’s capital. NYC, however, is way cooler.

4. If you could go back in time and tell your pre-motherhood self any thing, what would it be?

motherhoodIt will be hard. You will need to tap into reserves of patience that you’ve never needed before. You won’t be able to “quit,” and it will be worth it anyway. Oh, and remember when that completely rude gynecologist told you having children would “ruin” your flat belly. That lady was a jerk, but she was also right in her own way (about me, anyway).

5. Why are you reading this blog?

I suppose I should answer “why are you writing this blog?” I’ve wanted to write about postpartum bodies for a really long time. The extreme changes motherhood wrought messed with my mind, still does a little. I also wanted a forum for working through the more esoteric evidence about how to treat the postpartum body, about closing a DR, dealing with a prolapse, etc.. I wanted to meet other moms dealing with the same questions.

Oh, and I love to write. I spent a few years pursing a PhD in English (I’m one of those grad school dropouts). Grad school didn’t stick, but I’ll always parse my feelings, experiences, and questions via language.

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