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Memories of a Forced Eviction

I had an overdue baby. Sam is having one of those too.

I don’t know her, but I feel bad for her. A kid that won’t come out of the cave is annoying.

At 15 weeks I almost lost mine. My doctor was sure I’d go into spontaneous labor. I spent 4 weeks on bedrest and the kid stuck. You can imagine my dismay when, 7 days past my due date, that same baby refused to come out. She was, well, stuck.

I tried everything to bring on labor.

I did squats. I walked. I ran. I jumped up and down. At the suggestion of the midwife, I tried to visualize a flower opening up. I yelled, “Baby! Get the ¡@#$ out of there!” Someone told me I should eat spicy food. I tried it. I did, um, other things. The kid seemed to enjoy it all.

On the eighth overdue day, the midwife said, “Induce!” I realized that was probably a good idea. The baby did not think that was a good idea and still refused to budge. I wound up having a c-section. My daughter’s head was like a big, beautiful melon. My pelvis is a shrinky-dink. Unfortunate combo.

There’s no way you can get a melon through something as small and unyielding as a limestone donut. I have no regrets and she was totally worth the wait.

Self Portrait: Running Is Not For Me

self portrait after runningThis afternoon, when I went to get Special Agent M from school, I realized I’d forgotten my keys and I hightailed it back. I wasn’t sure if Pet-man was staying or taking off. This delayed me somewhat and I wound up running most of the way to school, so as not to be late. Much different than my usual extremely brisk walking. No, I was not wearing inappropriate footwear for the activity.

It brought back not-so fond memories of gym in grade school days, when they would force us to run. The teacher would say, “If you feel like yer gonna throw up, that’s good!” I hurled every time we ran. It was not good. I did not enjoy it.

I didn’t hurl yesterday (probably because I hadn’t eaten), but I did not enjoy the nauseous feeling. It did, however, give me a greater admiration for those who do run. More accurately, I was thinking, “Why do people enjoy this type of self-punishment?”

Do you run? Why? What do you like about it?

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October 2021