In honor of Larms and her nearly-here bundle of joy!

That’s right. In about 48 hours give or take (I’ll cross my fingers for take!), the more accurate title of this website will be “Our Simple Green Babies”. Go, go Larms!

I thought it only appropriate, then, that we spend a moment reflecting solemnly on what is completely backasswards about giving birth in the grand ol’ U.S. of A.

As usual, this was picked up by Larms, who never met an informational link she could resist clicking, and is no doubt reading and re-reading it right now (Step away from the computer, woman! Find your happy place!!), and fuming on behalf of all moms-to-be who are not served well by our current, broken-from-start-to-finish system.

Sunday Funnies

I am still chuckling over this one. As with most things, I’m sure I’m one of the last people in the world to see it, but I must share it anyway! (Be warned–there are a few words not entirely suitable for the kiddos sprinkled in here!)

This speaks to me for two reasons:

1) These women who have the composure to even be smug during pregnancy are the women who just love being pregnant. And who spend their pregnancy looking absolutely radiant. As opposed to the alternative, which is spending months on end in a subhuman state of lying motionless on the couch and trying desperately not to vomit for fear of then having to get up and find more food to just barely choke down. I couldn’t have mustered the energy required for pregnant-smug if I’d tried.

2) I could easily write a sequel to this entitled “Urban-Mommies Are Smug”. Oh, the material I have on hand! “You know, I make all of Francesca’s organic veggies from scratch.” “Oh, look at that, Hudson and I are going to be late for our pilates class again!” “Well, Willow went to her first political rally when she was three.”

Not that there is anything wrong with doing any of those things! Not that I haven’t done/considered doing any number of that genre of things myself! But must you talk about them in such a way that makes it sound like anyone who doesn’t do those things is a candidate for having a visit from child protective services?

And yes, I realize that right now I am being smug about the fact that in general I’m not smug. But a lady’s gotta treat herself to a little piece of the smug-pie on a Sunday morning!