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I have writer?s block. It doesn?t happen often, but when it does, disaster obviously ensues. For the past two weeks, this column has been at the back of my mind. I?ve been observant, trying to find the perfect topic to write about, but to no avail.
At first I tried writing about sleep deprivation. For nearly two months, my daughter went from sleeping six- or seven-hour stretches to getting up every one to three hours. And she wanted to eat every time.
After doing some online research, I discovered a book called ?The Wonder Weeks: How to Turn Your Baby?s 8 Great Fussy Phases into Magical Leaps Forward.? The book says that every baby (EVERY BABY) experiences fussy periods when big developmental changes occur.
?What do you want to be when you grow up?? I remember my junior high physical education teacher asking that token question.
Before reaching that point, my answer had varied?ballerina, optometrist, lawyer?the options were endless. But in that moment, my answer was an Olympian. It was my young dream to play volleyball or compete in track and field for the USA.
But the closest I came to my Olympic moment was a two-time stint competing at the state track and field meet at Cessna Stadium in Wichita?in two events as a sophomore and four events as a junior. Even now, I clearly remember the butterflies in my stomach as my coach drove our team into the stadium parking lot and I caught a glimpse of the large arena filled with people. Although I never won gold, I did make it on the medal stand?what an impressive moment.
My younger sister seems to have a life full of adventure. She?s…
Throughout my recent pregnancy, I was given many pieces of advice for the impending birth of my baby. Some I tucked away for future reference, while some I disregarded.
Countless times I was advised to sleep while the baby sleeps. In theory, this seems logical. However, somehow my 7-week-old seems to sense when I get comfortable and chooses that moment to wake up with a need to be changed, fed or played with.
What is it about a pregnant belly that invites friends, family and even strangers to touch, comment to or otherwise harass the mother-to-be?