Well, I feel like I'm ready to get back to work, but since someone likes to scream from midnight to five in the morning I don't really know how things are going to go. I will have to make time I guess. How do you take care of yourself and do the things that you want to do? Not that I don't want to take care of my new little bear of course. It just seems so time consuming right now.
This pregnancy was a lot harder on me than the last one too. As well as the labor and birth. That stubborn kid had to come out face up. Now I know it could have been worse and all, but I didn't enjoy having to stop pushing so that I could throw up. That was no fun. I don't think it was bad enough for PTSD or anything, but it was traumatic enough for me to accept that I'm definitely too old to do it again. :0) Two is plenty anyway. As I used to say when I didn't want to have children at all: There are 7 billion people on the planet, why do I need to make more?
On a completely different subject, I have to say that I am so glad that Qadafi is not in a position to do anymore harm. And I do understand that his last moments of life were probably much better lived than those of a lot of his victims. I really don't want to judge anyone their celebratory moment on this issue, because, frankly, any sense of mercy that guy might have received from me went away when I read about the attacks on the hospitals. So, I'm hardly one to be on my high horse this time. I understand the videos and the pictures and the displaying of his body. I really do. What I hate is my five-year-old daughter seeing those very same images on television and having to explain to her why it's kind of okay to be glad someone is dead. (I know, I know, turn the channel.) I don't understand why I have to keep looking at a gruesomely dead body. Why is it so important to show those graphic images on the news repeatedly?
Maybe it's because I recently gave birth, but isn't the belief in the sacredness of human life what separates us from people like Qadafi? His victims can have their moment, but should we perpetuate this love of gore and violence, even when it seems justified?
What do you think?