Childbirth

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything… since I’ve had time to.  I’ve been busy!  Last Thursday, I went to get my hair cut.  My hair was about mid-way down my back, and I was wanting to chop it short and flippy again.  I went to a new guy as Richie is in Hawaii, and Rick won’t pay for me to fly there just for a hair cut! 

Well, the new guy was really nice, good to talk to and such, but my hair turned out a little mushroom-y.  I loved the length, but it wasn’t flipping right.  *sigh* I missed Richie.  I called the guy to see if he could fix it and made another appointment.

Saturday was our Romp.  We had a great time there!  The team didn’t want to all ride up together, so we decided to meet up there instead of caravaning.  That meant we only saw part of the team… most of the team was so spread out, that we missed each other.  I was worried about my Henry’s little lungs since he only just recovered from his cough, but he seemed to do fine.  He dozed while we snowshoed.  Kind of funny. 

The best part of the day (besides raising money for breast cancer research and all) was getting to hang out with my friend Rachel & her hubby, Rich.  Rich & Rick really seemed to hit it off.  It was a hoot to watch them running around with their raffle tickets in the snow.  And Rick kept buzing back and forth between the silent auction and the goodie bag line.  He was determined to win a pair of snowshoes!  After the Romp we went to a little brewery in Frisco with Rich & Rachel and had a good time chatting… quoting movies and such.  I really hope we can hang out with them more. 

Sunday we spent the evening with Rick’s brother Randy and his girlfriend, Lauren.  We went out to dinner downtown and had a good time visiting with the two of them.  I love Lauren… Randy better hang on to her.  She makes me feel sane amongst Rick’s family.  She’s not afraid to say anything, and she laughs a lot… a good match for Randy.  And you have to love someone who’s not afraid to talk about farts with her boyfriend’s family. 

I discovered Sunday, that I really am NOT crazy.  A lot  Randy’s feelings about his relationship with Lauren’s family are mirrored in my feelings about Rick’s family.  It is hard to feel that the family of the one you love thinks you aren’t good enough.  And I realized too, that thosefeelings are sometimes unfounded.  And sometimes I take things personally that I shouldn’t.  And sometimes the feeling are accurate.  And usually it will work its-self out in the wash, and what matters is Rick thinks I’m good enough for him (and Randy for Lauren too).  I really enjoyed our visit, and I hope they did too.

Tuesday I went back to the new hair guy.  I told him that I didn’t like how the top layer went under and I felt that it was too separated from the bottom layer.  So he sits me down and proceeds to make it worse.  I went from kind of mushroom-y to a short mushroom shaped 80′s shag thing.  UGH!  I wanted to cry.  I determined that we were not on the same communication wave length.  I left a complainy message on Richie’s voicemail, telling him that he had to come home right away as he was the only person that could do my hair right.  Then I called Cindy-Lou… the lovely lady I used to go see before Richie went to cosmetology school.  Today I will see if she can salvage something… anything from my hair. 

OH!  Something great though… I can’t believe it’s taken me this many paragraphs to mention… I’ve started working part time at the Birth Center!  Tracy (my midwife) has been so busy, she is having me come in about 8 hours a week to file and answer phones and such.  And the kicker… I get to bring Henry!  Yea!  I couldn’t ask for a better way to make a few extra dollars. 

I’ve started working on a CAPPA childbirth educator certification as well.  This is scary!  I would love to teach Bradley as well, and I’m incredibly drawn to it, but I think I’m going to use the CAPPA as a stepping stone.  A good start I think.  A good way to decide how much I like teaching before jumping in with both feet (and $1000) to Bradley and being out on my own.  I feel like my Bradley classes changed my whole way of thinking.  For everything in my life, not just childbirth.  I’d love to give that back to other women too.  But financially and for me, who is unsure of teaching and everything, I feel like CAPPA is a better starting point.  And Tracy will let me work out of the Birth Center too.  Exciting!  Scary!  Yikes!

Well… I better hop in the shower before Henry wakes up again.