Spent my Sunday afternoon celebrating Craig's niece's expectant baby at her baby shower today. Lots of lady laughs and fun and games to be had as we sat about nibbling and chatting and rubbing the expectant tummy for the better part of the afternoon. There is nothing like an expectant baby to get ladies clucky and tongues wagging about labour experiences and the highs and lows of pregnancy. I am always surprised by the incredible clarity that women can recollect what is more than likely, one of the most challenging and/or painful experiences of their lives.
Seriously, women can remember incredible details about the birthing process, like the exact time that their child was born, what the midwife said to them, how much their new baby weighed and how many hours they spent huffing and puffing to get them into the world. They remember which foods made them nauseous when they were pregnant and what the trip to the hospital was like, whether it was raining that day or not, how much facial hair the anaesthesiologist had and any number of other somewhat inane details surrounding the event. It is almost like those moments of time become permanently etched into a mother's memory, and every mother has their own unique tale to tell, like a battle wound or scar to bare of their heroic motherly efforts.
Personally I would rather not talk about my child birthing experiences, they weren't fun and they are not events that I look back on with fondness, in fact, they were really traumatic. However, I am more than happy to listen to the stories of others as long as it doesn't scare the shit out of the un-laboured women in the room. Some women's tales of labour woe are enough to frighten off the toughest potential mothers-to-be with their horrific recounts and I believe that some things are better left unsaid in that department.
Fortunately today, we didn't get a lot of that, just a lot of talk about the discomforts of actually being pregnant. Craig's niece only has 6 weeks to go until ETA, and she still looks nicely compact to me. I remember looking like a sea cow when I was pregnant and feeling like a yeti, but some women just love to be pregnant.
I have no idea how women can be surrogates, being pregnant is so demanding on your body and you really do feel like an alien is going to launch itself from inside of you at any moment and you literally have no privacy when you are pregnant, your body is most definitely not your own. Why anyone would volunteer to do that to themselves for anyone else is beyond me, but I take my hat off to the ladies that can do it, I know I couldn't do it.
I personally found pregnancy utterly over-rated, labour completely crapola and healing after the effect as much fun as finding a rogue turd in your shopping trolley, but hey, that's just me! I can't have found it too taxing, I did do it twice; and I would be lying if I said it wasn't all worth it, because a billion times over, it is all so very and completely worth it. That first look at the person that you have just made, well....it does make all of the bad stuff seem so very insignificant all at once, and that is one truth that I cannot deny. Your own newborn will most definitely take your breath away.
Seriously, women can remember incredible details about the birthing process, like the exact time that their child was born, what the midwife said to them, how much their new baby weighed and how many hours they spent huffing and puffing to get them into the world. They remember which foods made them nauseous when they were pregnant and what the trip to the hospital was like, whether it was raining that day or not, how much facial hair the anaesthesiologist had and any number of other somewhat inane details surrounding the event. It is almost like those moments of time become permanently etched into a mother's memory, and every mother has their own unique tale to tell, like a battle wound or scar to bare of their heroic motherly efforts.
Personally I would rather not talk about my child birthing experiences, they weren't fun and they are not events that I look back on with fondness, in fact, they were really traumatic. However, I am more than happy to listen to the stories of others as long as it doesn't scare the shit out of the un-laboured women in the room. Some women's tales of labour woe are enough to frighten off the toughest potential mothers-to-be with their horrific recounts and I believe that some things are better left unsaid in that department.
Fortunately today, we didn't get a lot of that, just a lot of talk about the discomforts of actually being pregnant. Craig's niece only has 6 weeks to go until ETA, and she still looks nicely compact to me. I remember looking like a sea cow when I was pregnant and feeling like a yeti, but some women just love to be pregnant.
I have no idea how women can be surrogates, being pregnant is so demanding on your body and you really do feel like an alien is going to launch itself from inside of you at any moment and you literally have no privacy when you are pregnant, your body is most definitely not your own. Why anyone would volunteer to do that to themselves for anyone else is beyond me, but I take my hat off to the ladies that can do it, I know I couldn't do it.
I personally found pregnancy utterly over-rated, labour completely crapola and healing after the effect as much fun as finding a rogue turd in your shopping trolley, but hey, that's just me! I can't have found it too taxing, I did do it twice; and I would be lying if I said it wasn't all worth it, because a billion times over, it is all so very and completely worth it. That first look at the person that you have just made, well....it does make all of the bad stuff seem so very insignificant all at once, and that is one truth that I cannot deny. Your own newborn will most definitely take your breath away.
WILLOW
Release Date: 1988
Rating: PG
Running Time: 126 mins
An epic fantasy film directed by Ron Howard and produced by George Lucas. This sword and sorcery tale takes place in an alternate fantasy world where brownies, trolls and all manner of ancient magic are at work within a medieval setting.
Willow Ufgood (Warwick Davis) a dwarf farmer, reluctantly agrees to return a human baby to a responsible person after she is found in a river by his children. As he journeys, he discovers that the baby is in fact Elora Danan, a girl that is destined to bring about the downfall of the evil sorceress Queen Bavmorda. With the help of the haphazard swordsman Madmartigan, (Val Kilmer) and a few motley magical creatures, Willow takes it upon himself to protect Elora, knowing that it will not be easy against the forces of darkness.
This movie is great fun, it's speckled with plenty of comic relief and fantastical magical happenings, the characters are genuinely interesting and the whole of vibe of the movie is enchanting. With a PG rating, it is also a great family film that kids and adults alike can enjoy together.
FINAL SAY: That's magic? It smells terrible.
3 Chilli Peppers
Release Date: 1988
Rating: PG
Running Time: 126 mins
An epic fantasy film directed by Ron Howard and produced by George Lucas. This sword and sorcery tale takes place in an alternate fantasy world where brownies, trolls and all manner of ancient magic are at work within a medieval setting.
Willow Ufgood (Warwick Davis) a dwarf farmer, reluctantly agrees to return a human baby to a responsible person after she is found in a river by his children. As he journeys, he discovers that the baby is in fact Elora Danan, a girl that is destined to bring about the downfall of the evil sorceress Queen Bavmorda. With the help of the haphazard swordsman Madmartigan, (Val Kilmer) and a few motley magical creatures, Willow takes it upon himself to protect Elora, knowing that it will not be easy against the forces of darkness.
This movie is great fun, it's speckled with plenty of comic relief and fantastical magical happenings, the characters are genuinely interesting and the whole of vibe of the movie is enchanting. With a PG rating, it is also a great family film that kids and adults alike can enjoy together.
FINAL SAY: That's magic? It smells terrible.
3 Chilli Peppers
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