Every since Dooce announced a while ago that she was pregnant I have been reading her blog with a mixture of facination, wonder and horror. Well, okay, anybody who's been a regular reader of Dooce will agree that's par for the course regardless of the subject matter, but that's really only because she exaggerates like a motherfucker, is incredibly funny in doing it, and is also brutally honest, all three of which make for compelling reading.
Add to that mix the experience of being pregnant and giving birth, two events I have yet to partake in, and her blog entries take on a whole new life. From details about morning sickness to descriptions of how they break your water (a HOOK!?) it's been a refreshingly open and personal account of pregnancy. I've only known a few people close to me who've been pregnant and even then details really weren't that forthcoming because well, we weren't *those* kinds of friends. That is, we never held each other's hair while getting sick after a kegger, or sat on each others' floors crying over our latest breakup, so you know, there's a level of intimacy that just wansn't there. And that's okay. But it means that my knowledge of pregnancy and birth is limited to what the medical (and media) establishment has told me, and let's be honest here: they provide cold hard facts, not first hand sing-it-to-the-heavens testimony.
And so Dooce gives me one more reason to love the internet. And I'm sure, another reason for my husband to rue the day I found it.
Me: "Honey read this! Did you KNOW they did things like this to you!?"
Him: "You really need to stop reading that."
For the record, the hook is like a crochet hook/needle, and believe me that's the least of your worries when you reach that point. I can honestly say that part was absolutely painless.
Posted by: K-Roz | 09 February 2004 at 08:33 PM
I'll wait to tell Piggy about all of the fun things I got to experience. And I'm squeemish.
Posted by: Rozzy | 10 February 2004 at 09:02 AM