I was asked if I thought my girls would be bothered by what I write about them or myself on a daily basis. Absolutely not. If I was offered the opportunity to publish a book on ovary success and wifely duties and this book could be available on any random shelf, I would jump at the chance. For me, this blog is the next best thing. The blog is my shelf for my book.
Everything that I have written has been said out loud in the Wang home. My sarcasm is no secret. Jesus, how the hell would I be able to keep that a secret? I would have a constant headache. I am not sure if Laurel understands snark..but Rachel..that lovely smell off her hair? It's not Johnson and Johnson no Tangle Shampoo..that's JCW Snark in Training...(oh my gorgeous girl)
While I do know, I over share. I can't help it. I am not sure if I need to do this with the slight hope that I am getting someone to laugh. Call me a whore but I love an easy laugh..and I am addicted to getting someone to laugh at what I am saying..it's like crack. (I know this is my second reference to crack in my blog. The first being from entry 1/31. In case you are wondering, no, I don't have a crack addiction. I just like saying it) Writing down my snark keeps me sane..if I didn't perhaps I would turn to crack...ahh, look at that, full circle.
I call my sharing issue the "Did you know that I went to Japan" syndrome. In the summer of 1997, my mom went to Japan for 6 weeks. While it was a trip of a lifetime, the culture shock was so eye opening and traumatic (for a lack of a better word) that she had to constantly share this trip to process the experience. To this day, she will start a story about her travels with "Did you know that I went to Japan?" For several years, I openly mocked her ( because that is what we do in my family). I had no idea why she did this...until childbirth and becoming a mother became my own trip to Japan. While I was happy but exhausted, joyous yet mortified about what I was going through, I wanted to tell everyone about everything. And let me stress everything. I could turn any simple statement and make it about me and my experience in a flash.
"Did you get a papercut?" JCW-"Let me tell you about my episiotmy."
"I have to go to the gym." JCW-"Hey do you know what burns an extra 400 calories a day? Breastfeeding."
"What am I going to have for dinner?" JCW- "When I was pregnant with Laurel I was eating two dinners a night by month eight."
It didn't matter if you were a man or a woman, a parent or childless. I needed to share everything.
My work outside the home really supported my need to share. I would offer any information about becoming a mom or parenting. There were these two lovely ladies (Gina and Meghan H) that I would share with while I was pregnant with Rachel...they asked! Procreation, gestation, stitches, delivery, etc. They asked, really! I was either a better source than a magazine article ( Ask what you want of your Gyn!) or the best birth control ever. My assumption is that they wanted to know info--they asked and never made me feel like a circus freak.
I seemed to lose modesty in each pregnancy. If you are asking yourself, how much could that be? Let me tell you. If I was 40 weeks and so close to wanting to deliver, and on the commuter rail going from uptight Wellesley to South Station..they could have check my dilation at Fenway..just sayin'. Yeah, it gets that bad. If you are a dude..think about turning your head and coughing on the big screen during the 7th inning stretch..
Yeah..it's like that..really. Squeeze a 8 pound ham out..yeah, ladies, you know...
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