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Why Does Everyone Want to Control my Uterus?!

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I’m so sick of reading when I should and shouldn’t have baby. Of why I can and can not abort a baby if I’m not ready (or my body is unable to go through with the process). Or why having a baby early will help my career (which, in my mind is the worst reason of all. If I’m not ready to have children…I will not be having them). So back off world, you have not had to take care of my body for the past 23 years. You do not know the pains I went through at a young age, or the awkward moments.

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So, I’d appreciate it if you kept your commentary to a minimum.

Normally I wouldn’t care, I’d take the talk-about-it-all-you-want-but-I’ma-do-what-I’ma-do,-kay?- approach. But that doesn’t seem to be working.

With more people crawling to the interwebs to give their input on what my lady business parts should be doing it’s starting to become a harder battle to fight. At first, sure, it was easy when it was me against 10 trolls…but now they’ve seem to have multiplied- dragging more influential people into their dungeon..er to their side.

So this is my final plea: As a 23 year old educated woman living on her own, I feel compelled to tell you that I will do what I want to do with my body. I do not appreciate your suggestions, quips, or “hysterical” memes, dictating what I should do with my body. It is not a privilege, it is not something that needs to be voted on. It’s my body, and I will do with my baby maker as I please.

Lets leave it at that, no more comments, no more meetings held in large halls and no one telling me what I can and can’t do with my body. My great grandmother didn’t burn her bra because she needed to keep warm, and we shouldn’t put up with this crap just because old white men think they know what’s best for the female body.

Okay. Mini rant done. Stop talking about my lady bid-nas.

Another kind of love

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I fell in love on a crisp fall day while driving along back roads in rural Maine. I fell in love with myself, and I promise not in a narasistic way involving a sad early death from drowning. I’ve been having a sort of inner battle with myself over everything, from my lack of motivation to be the best, to my lack of phone calls and visits home. And don’t get me started on my pathetic love life, that’s a whole bunch of stories for a different day.

I had decided October 3rd of this year to start a new life. It was the anniversary of my biological mother’s birthday, and the kick in the butt I needed to get my life going. I started working out again, joined an Overeaters anonymis group (can I even say that?) and said goodbye to all of the guys in my life. I figured if I was going to start fresh, I might as well start with the very area that lead me to my current state.

The hardest problem with a fresh start is enjoying it, it’s easy to pretend that you like this old you…but so quickly we fall back into our same patterns because we lack the reassurance of friends, or miss the old us. I’ve been at the breaking point for a while, but things changed. I had my nieces for the weekend and decided we were going to enjoy the fall day outside whether they wanted to or not. Luckily there are a few corn mazes in Maine and after quickly narrowing it down we decided one a smaller one with a bounce pillow (if you have never bounced on a bounce pillow I highly reccomancd it).

After pileing in the car we started the 45 minute truck to Dayton, ME. We spent the day laughing, jumping, getting lost in corn and singing loudly in the car while driving down winding roads that separated the farms decorating either side. It was magical. And, for the first time in a long time I felt loved.

Nanny Diaries: The Drool Monster

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Drooling is a normal occurrence for any living being, just ask my mom. But what is not a normal occurrence is when that living being not only drools…but makes pools out of his drool. Pools big enough for a 500 pound woman to swim in, I swear I am not exaggerating.

This creature, aka my baby, is a drooling monster. Not only has everything I owned been made into a drool rag, but it’s impossible to keep him drool free.

Ex. He drools, I wipe his entire face and chubby neck. Three seconds later and his entire body is covered in drool…I’m not even sure how that’s possible.

I’ve come to the conclusion that he is a magic drool monster, not a baby. And after doing some hefty research (mainly on Wikipedia) I’ve decided he is an adult drool monster, which oddly enough takes the appearance of a baby.  Hopefully he won’t catch on to me, I hear they have a really mean blow out revenge.

Nanny Diaries: Stage five clinger

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When you are putting a baby to bed it’s important to be there just enough so it knows that everything is okay, but still be able to pull away in order to make your exit.

Being a nanny is a lot like this.

You have to spend all of this time with this little creature (I’m calling him creature because his cries  do not sound human) and know that at the end of the day it’s just a job.

Yes, you may be with him/her for a few birthdays, keep in touch with the family afterwards, be there for a couple of milestones…but at the end of the day you go home and the parents reap all of the benefits.

Nannying is basically renting a baby, except you get paid. You put all of this effort into bettering something you don’t keep. (Please note I am not saying I want a baby to keep!) It’s sometimes hard to to see the benefits, or even feel like you’re bettering yourself.

As much as I love this little monster, I can’t help but feel there is something more productive I could be doing. It’s fun to write about the annoyances, concerns and major milestones…but how is it going to help me in the end. And, as time goes on saying goodbye will just be more difficult…I already refer to him as my baby (yes I know I have a problem…but for now you can just suck it).

So, I hate to say it…but I think I’m the clinger in our relationship. Although he does still monkey grip my arms every time I try to leave.

A long list of excuses never got me anywhere

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Last Day

I suck, I haven’t been writing here as much as I should. I’ve been devoting my time to my new startup, the baby (not my baby!), The College Crush, and College Candy. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot but when you factor in a new relationship… time stops making sense.

My orignal plan for this article was to talk about ways to get rid of your excuses and prioritize your life. In the process I just came up with more excuses. But I’m going to continue on with it anyway…

I’ve been trying to live my life by doing what makes me happy. Living in Brockton and working as a nanny does not. Being in Massachusetts in fact makes me very unhappy. But leaving my friends and family would also make me unhappy. So I’ve been prioritizing to leave, secretly.

You see at the top of my list is find another job, the second one is a find a place to live, and about 20 spots down is tell friends, family and employer. Conflict is never something I was good at.

It all seemed like a great idea, secretly plotting knowing nothing would come of it. Except, something has. In fact we’re flying down this weekend to look at two places.

Side note, yes I said we’re. But if I tell you who we’re is you’ll just lecture me like everyone else has already. And I can guarantee I have already heard what you are going to say. So thank you for the concern, yes I have thought about it. No but really I have, stop worrying. No I will not wait longer. Okay, fine, be that way! Walk away when we are in the middle of a post.

Okay back.

I think that sometimes you just know when something is right, and with everything falling into place, it seems like the perfect moment to move. The fact that I have two siblings getting married to distract my parents from what is happening has nothing to do with it.

Anyway, to get to my round about point, everyone makes excuses. We tend to make them when we are scared of the reaction that will come from loved ones, when we are lazy or when we simply don’t want to do it. But making that long list of excuses isn’t going to stop you from still having to do that item on your check list. It’s only going to slow you down.

So, stop making excuses and like Nike says Just do it (although don’t take it the way Tiger’s did).