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A miracle has happened. I’d call it a Christmas miracle, but it happened after Christmas so I will call it my 2013 miracle. What a way to start the year.

After being diagnosed with a raging case of body dysmorphic disorder in my teens, I was told by my psychiatrist that I would never be able to believe what I saw in the mirror. She told me that I literally could never trust my own eyes when I look at myself. I have to admit; I thought she was the one who was crazy. I knew what I saw in the mirror. I have 20/20 vision.

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bulimarexia, eating disorder, weight, health

Here, I thought I needed to lose 30 more pounds

I saw a girl who always had to lose 5-10 more pounds. Yes, even when I was in the throes of the bulimarexia and weighed 107 pounds soaking wet. I can’t believe I just told you that. I’ve never admitted to anyone that my 5’7.5” frame ever weighed under 113 pounds. Anyways, I always saw myself as needing to lose 30 more pounds. I’d only ever say 5-10 pounds out loud because even though I knew what I was supposed to weigh and I was underweight for my height, I never felt satisfied. I felt like I should do more. I’ve felt this way for as long as I can remember. This may sound familiar to some of you.

I stopped vomiting and I stopped restricting because I wanted to live but I’ve always felt like I had failed. I guess the only weigh I could have truly succeeded, in my warped mind, was to have died. Sounds crazy right? I’ve been in recovery for 15 years (I will be for the rest of my life) and yet you are never truly “well”. It’s a way of thinking; a belief system. It isn’t about beauty or thinness really, it becomes about controlling your life. I think mine has a lot to do with feeling so helpless and out of control as a child. I needed to be in charge of my life in some way.

Something truly miraculous happened for me the other night. My daughter took a candid shot of my dog sitting behind me as I knelt on the floor. Most normal people saw the dog and thought what a cute dog. Me, I saw the photo and was immediately struck by how average my ass looked in the photo. It didn’t look like the broad side of the Titanic that I was convinced it was. There it sat, my ass, not as fat and distorted, as I once was convinced it was. I felt almost prideful. Was this progress? Is the disorder finally losing its grip on me?

I don’t feel skinny by any means. I know I need to lose about 80 pounds. But my ass is nowhere near the size I had suspected all these years. It caused a revelation.

There will be no resolutions to loose a hundred pounds this year.

I lived through 8 years of eating disorders and my metabolism is screwed up. I’ve tried a lot of diets and weight loss programs and I never get past the initial 20-25 pounds  of weight loss.

I’ve decided that it’s time to commit to loving myself unconditionally. I want to feel sexy again. I want to say, “YES, HELL YES I will take a shower with you” the next time my husband asks me rather than ignoring him and hoping he will forget because I feel so unattractive in my own body.

I am going to go the Hospital’s weight management center. I’m going to honestly tell them my whole entire sorted past with food. I’m going to give them my diagnosis. I am going to purge my soul and then I am going to let them help me, help myself. My butt is nowhere as big as I have imagined it to be for all these years and the fact that I can see that and recognize that, is a miracle for me.

I’m turning my life over to something larger than myself. I want to be honest and open and the only resolution I have is to get rid of the god damned yoga pants once and for all and I’d love for my thighs not to rub together anymore. Everything else is going to be gravy.

2013 is the year I get my life back form me. My Dysmorphia has been holding me hostage and I am breaking free. I am fighting my way out from underneath all of this weight.

My goal for this year is to not be held back by anything; not weight, fear, circumstances or condition. My goal is just to be happy with who I am.

Happiest of New Years and may you all be filled with contentment and satisfaction in who you are. May you see yourself the way your children see you, perfect and beautiful because you are.[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

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winter, winter wonderland, snow, sledding, memories, family

Walking in a winter wonderland

We just had our first substantial snow here in the Midwest. The girls have waited months for this snow. There is just something magical about snow; to adults and children alike.

We all had high hopes that we would have a white Christmas but it wasn’t meant to be. We did receive a small blizzard the day after and have been living in a winter wonderland ever since.

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The girls couldn’t wait to put on their snow gear and frolic in the wintery wonderland. Me, I grew up outside of Chicago and I have a lifetime of memories of freezing in the cold winter snow, sledding, building snowmen and trying to knock down my nemesis’ snow fort to last me a lifetime. As much as I now hate the cold, I want all those memories for my girls and so I doubled up my layers, dug out my snow boots ( because no Midwestern girl worth her salt doesn’t have snow boots) bundled up my kids and my husband and we walked in the 22 degree weather to the neighborhood park; Rocket park. You can imagine what we went there for?

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Merry Christmas from My Family to yours

Merry Christmas Eve! We’re celebrating Christmas Eve at our house, like many of you are today. I woke up at 4:45 a.m. and haven’t been able to go back to sleep. I am exhausted and I have loads to do still. That’s probably why my brain said, “Eff You Debi you have too much to do to sleep. Get your ass up!” and so I did. It’s 9 am and I am going on my second cup of coffee, third load of laundry. The dog’s been out, the garbage is on the curb, dishes are done, house swept and two Christmas movies down. I need the Christmas spirit.

Then it hit me. I’ve been wondering where my Christmas spirit has gone. Why have I not been feeling merry or cheerful? Usually, I am up to my eyeballs in Christmas cheer wishing everyone well and wanting to give the world a coke and all that stuff but not this year. Something is off.

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Merry Christmas; Its the little things that mean the most!

Maybe it was the Mayans making me second-guess my sanity and taking the end of the world with a grain of salt or maybe I’m just off because of my personal losses this year, the terrible events of the last few weeks or because I’ve been so busy with obligation. Really, I think I’ve been spending so much time trying to make everything just perfect. You know, trying to make my kids’ memories all Rockwellesque when all I really need to do is make it fun and authentic.

Merry Christmas, Christmas, Gingerbread house

Kids don’t give a damn about perfect wrapping or the perfect gingerbread house or the perfectly unwrinkled Christmas outfit. All kids care about is that warm fuzzy feeling that they get when mama is singing Christmas carols and laughing. Happiness is contagious. The Christmas spirit is not something you can touch but it is something that you can definitely feel.

So, today, I am not worrying about what I did right and what I did wrong. I don’t care if the presents aren’t all perfectly wrapped. I’m not worrying that the photos with Santa aren’t perfectly centered. I don’t care that the Christmas cookies look like a small child did them. A small child did and I love those cookies more than anything. Today, I want to spend the moments listening to my girls laugh and watch as their faces light up when their daddy puts them to bed tonight.

I’ve finally gotten my Christmas spirit because I stopped long enough to remember what it is all about; family, love and being together. It’s about the people you love and maybe remembering what a truly wonderful life you have. This holiday season, I am wishing you all peace, love and happiness, peppered with lots of cuddles, kisses and hugs from those you love the most.

And remember, the elves leave for the last time tonight so be good today:)

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Merry Christmas from our Snow Angel Making elf Rick Astley, he’s  mischievous little bastard.

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Chicago, Facebook Live, Throat Punch Thursday,Brittany Herring, Hate Crime, Donald Trump

Throat Punch Thursday,guns, sandy hook, valeria levitin

There is so much going on this week. I was not going to post a Throat Punch this week because I wanted some levity and none of us need to feel more down. So, if you don’t want to read about what is about to make my head explode, by all means, please don’t continue on today. I have to write it out because keeping it in is triggering me so I will start with my litany of stupidity int he world now.

First, there is a woman who has written a blog post, which I will most certainly not link to because I refuse to drive traffic to her conspiracy theories, and she is convinced that there is a government conspiracy because the media has not cross examined the only survivors of Sandy Hook. You know the two children and the nurse who hid in the closet for 4 hours who saw unthinkable things and have been traumatized by these events? Maybe the media is being human because if they tried to be any other way, the general public would lynch them. Did you know that there are people who actually exist and believe that the Aurora shootings and the Sandy Hook shootings are nothing more than government orchestrated murders done to further a gun control agenda? Wait. Stop. Re-read that. These are the same people who are stock piling guns and ammunition. They really exist and they are dangerous. I thought conspiracy theorists only existed in the movies with Mel Gibson and in the minds of acute schizophrenics but no, they are alive and well. These are the same people who think that the Holocaust, the walk on the moon, the Kennedy assassination and the death of Elvis, Tupac and 9/11 are all hoaxes orchestrated by the government. I am appalled and shocked and I am afraid.

Valeria Levitin, world's thinnest woman, anorexia

Second, there is a woman in Monaco, Valeria Levitin, who weighs only 56 pounds. She is quite literally a walking skeleton. She is fighting for her life. She is losing. But in a world obsessed with being thin, she is getting fan mail. Do people not realize that idolizing her and cheering her to continue on and share her method of destruction makes them as culpable as cheering “jump” to a person on a ledge. My God, what is wrong with people?

Third, people who are saying that the culprit is not that Adam Lanza was armed but that he was mentally ill. I take a personal offense to these comments. I have a diagnosis. A whole shitload of the world is diagnosed with a mental illness. That does not make us all murderers and we are all more than the sum total of our diagnosis. Adam Lanza was a murdering asshole who had access to guns because there are too many fucking guns in the world. Unless you are a cop or  in the military you don’t need a handgun and if you are hunting, you need a shotgun. If you are none of these, you don’t need a gun. Stop hiding behind your right to bear arms argument. You know what kills people? GUNS in the hands of over zealous, power hungry, vigilantes who think it’s their right to kill in the name of whatever they feel is a threat.

Fourth, People who want to give teachers guns. Teachers are not cops. Teachers go to university to learn to teach our children; to be caregivers. They are people that our children should feel secure to go to not afraid to approach. Believe it or not, guns make some children uncomfortable. That should be their focus. They should not be badged and expected to shoot to kill. That is not their job.If we need security, we need it at the door. We need armed security not teachers carrying guns into the classroom. That is asking for accidental shootings. I’m not afraid of guns, as one reader accused me. I grew up in a house with a gun but I don’t believe in them in households. They have their place and anywhere that a child can get access to and accidentally kill themselves or someone else is not that place.

These are my Throat Punches for this week. Please stop doing stupid shit people of the world. Can’t we all just get along. Pray for the Sandy Hook Elementary victims. Respect the families and survivors, they need love and understanding not conspiracy theories and cross examinations. Love people for who they are on the inside not for superficial first impressions. Show compassion for the mentally ill. They are afflicted and need help, not stigma and judgement. Turn your guns in and keep them out of the hands of bad people who will misuse them. Love your children. Hug them tight and know that your life is blessed because they are in your arms and not in a grave. Tell your child’s teacher thank you for keeping your child safe when they are in their care. Give thanks for your blessings, for they are many. Happy holidays. I truly wish you all love, happiness and safety.

If you want to do something, commit a random act of kindness or #26acts of kindness to honor the victims of Sandy Hook elementary.

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puppy , Christmas, Sandy Hook Elementary

Our new puppy for Christmas Came home with us on December 14th.

All my girls have been really wanting for Christmas is a puppy. I am trying to think of happy things and do things that make my children happy since last Friday. Sandy Hook Elementary is just a reminder of how precious our time is and how blessed with are to have our children with us, within hugging distance. So, I am sharing for the next 3 days, 3 things I did this year, to make my children happy. These three things made them so happy  and shocked that I have to share. Today, I am sharing a gift that we got them last Friday.

We had no idea that the events that were happening in Newtown Connecticut, we only knew that our little girls have had a hard three years and they have been begging for a new puppy since we lost our sweet Saffaron in August. It’s been a really crap year for a lot of reasons and we thought they needed a special gift to make them smile and how it did. I highly suggest to anyone whose child has ever wanted a puppy to get them one. My girls are excited to see their puppy, Lola, every day when they get home form school. They feed her and get her fresh water, they play with her and she has quickly become one of the family.

Gabi, who wants so badly to be a big sister, is thrilled to be Lola’s big sister. Bella, who has been afraid of new dogs since her Grandfather’s dog nipped her when she was 2, has had no problems cuddling and loving on her own sweet puppy. Lola, our sweet Victorian Bulldog puppy, is reveling in the love and attention that she has found her self enveloped in and we are loving having her as the newest addition to our little family.

Welcome to our family Lola puppy

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Sandy Hook Elementary We pray for you

Will we ever feel safe again sending our kids off to school in the wake of  the Sandy Hook Elementary massacre? Adam Lanza’s assault on our nation’s children has left many of us feeling the way we did post 9/11, defeated, vulnerable and afraid. But this is much worse because this brutal attack was carried out against the most innocent of us all, small children. Victims who were small children just like my daughters who are 5 and 7.

Sandy Hook Elementary is what my nightmares are made of. What every mother’s nightmares are made of really. This morning, it was all I could do to get my girls dressed and take them to school. I wanted to keep them home, safe, with me. I got them dressed. I lingered a little longer than normal while brushing their hair. I sat with them at breakfast instead of scurrying around trying to tidy up the house. I walked them into school and to their class rooms where I hugged them and kissed them until I had to let go. I told them I loved them and then I walked back to my car with a heavy heart. I drove home, I walked through the door and I sobbed. I am afraid.

What happened at Sandy Hook Elementary can happen anywhere.

We spoke to our girls about what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary because we knew they would hear about it at school.My girls are only 5 and 7 and I shouldn’t be having to have this conversation but when crazy people armed with guns can walk into a school and start shooting, I would be failing my children if I did not prepare them; have a contingency plan in place for such an event. What kind of world do we live in that we need to have a contingency plan for what to do if a crazed gunman comes into our children’s school? Has the world gone mad?

How will any of us ever feel safe again? Something has got to change.Adam Lanza was a man with mental illness who had much too easy access to guns. I’m hearing people say that the right to bear guns is a fundamental right. They are saying the issue is mental illness not gun control. Mental illness played a part in the Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre, that is for certain but placing blame on just the mental illness serves no purpose but to further stigmatize those afflicted. The issue is that it is too easy for people to access guns. The world is flooded with weapons. Guns are used for one purpose; to kill.People may make the choice to kill someone, but the gun is the method of destruction. Take away the gun and it gets a hell of a lot harder to kill someone.

A gun allows cowards the luxury of standing back and detaching themselves from the heinous crimes they commit. Discharging a gun is less personal than using a weapon that forces a perpetrator to be within a closer proximity to their victim, making it more personal. A semi-automatic is certainly going to make it easier and less stressful to murder small children. I hardly could believe that Adam Lanza, a coward who killed himself instead of facing the effects of what he did, would have been able to kill 27 people had, especially children, had he needed to look into their eyes and see their fear and hear them beg for mercy in their tiny voices.

I will never feel safe again, every time I watch my children walk away in the rear-view mirror, I will be wondering if that will be last time.

Will You ever feel safe again after what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary?

 

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Sandy Hook Elementary School, Newton Connecticut

What happened at Sandy Hook Elementary school today? I am sad and I am mad. I am infuriated that more children have had to die to make us understand that the right to bear guns is bullshit.

I dropped my daughters off at school this morning and watched them walk hand in hand into the school, like I do every day. Every day I do that, I am thankful to be their mother and every day I leave them, I pray that they will be there when I come to pick them up. This is what every mother feels, every single time we drop our babies off in the care of someone else. It’s instinctual.

I spent the morning with my husband, Christmas shopping for our girls. It was the first chance we’ve had all season. We even decided to by the girls that puppy that they have been begging for. The entire day everything just felt right and then as I was waiting in the pick up line, I jumped on Twitter and Facebook and I saw it. My worst nightmare right there on CNN. Sandy Hook Elementary school had been under attack; one crazy asshole, Adam Lanza, with a gun, 20 small dead children and 7 more dead. My skin crawled. I’m sobbing writing this right now. I had to hold my kids and wait until my girls had gone to bed to even begin to process this horrific story. Words fail to describe this heartbreaking and savage attack.

I weep because what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School today could have happened to any one of us and to any one of our children. How can this keep happening?

Some mother, just like me, watched her sweet child walk into school this morning and he or she will never walk out again. The mother is now childless and my heart is breaking for all the mothers and fathers of Sandy Hook Elementary school.

It’s the same story over and over again, some crazy asshole gets a hold of guns and his mommy didn’t love him or he felt castrated or chastised or whatever the fuck his excuse is for thinking it’s okay to go into a public place full of children and women and mothers and fathers and starts to spray bullets because his life sucks and so he wants the whole world to hurt too. Well, we hurt. We all hurt and there are children who won’t be tucked in tonight and mothers who arms are empty for one simple reason..guns!

How many times does a gunman have to be turned lose into a public place and must we leave our children vulnerable before we’ve had enough? Well, I’m done. I’m pissed off and I’m done listening to all the reasons you should be able to have a gun. People say this is not the time for politics. Then when? I have said this time and time again; the gun laws are not stringent enough. If they were, not so many nutjobs would be getting hold of guns and stop telling me that every person who gets a gun and kills a bunch of people got it illegally. That is bullshit. The simple fact of the matter is that guns kill people and when you give guns to people who have no respect for law or life then you are giving them a license to kill innocent children. That’s it.

You can tell me it’s your right to bear arms. I say no, it isn’t. But it was those mothers of Sandy Hook Elementary School’s right and privilege to get to kiss their babies goodnight and they have been robbed of that. Your right to bear guns does not trump their right to bear babies.

I am sad and sickened about these beautiful children who will never get to grow up and their parents who will never get to hold their children in their arms, push away a wisp of hair or tell them that they love them again because people refuse to give up their right to bear arms.  Guns kill people and it’s about time that we all take responsibility for that.

My thoughts and prayers are with the mothers and fathers of Sandy Hook Elementary school.

 

Photo: Jessica Hill AP

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edward orenchuk, orenchuk, porn charges, boy scouts of america

Throat Punch Thursday,Edward Orenchuk,porn charges, boy scouts of america

Today’s throat punch is brought to you by New York Boy Scouts leader, Edward Orenchuk III (fancy name for a big fucking pervert), age 23 of Garden City, New York. Yes, seems the boy scouts of America are giving the Catholic priests of the world a run for their money. Orenchuck was arrested Wednesday after authorities found hundreds of images of pornography on his computer involving children as young as five years old. What a sick son of a bitch. He needs help.

There is no shortage of perverts and evil douchebaggery in this world, even around the holidays.  I swear I want to think people are good at the core but they keep disproving me. It was much easier to not be a cynic and to not be so skeptical of mankind before I had my heart running around outside of my body all over the place on a daily basis. That’s what children are…the great equalizer because no matter what your financial status or social class are once you have children we are all susceptible to being at the mercy of our love for the little people who we brought into the world.

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Edward Orenchuk

Investigators observed Orenchuk making multiple images of child pornography available for download online during August and September, and they tracked the source of those images to his home. Photos were found and while the cops were searching his home, he was rambling on about how much more he had.

Orenchuk was an Eagle Scout who served as an assistant scout master with Troop 243 in Garden City. He was employed as a page at the Garden City Public Library. It’s always the quiet ones that you’d least expect. I’ve always been leery of grown men going off into the woods with little boys who weren’t their own flesh and blood. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be stranded with my own children in the woods never mind some stranger’s child so that should be something Boy Scout America should be a little more aware of, scout leaders a little too excited about being alone with small children.

The Boy Scouts said Orenchuk was dropped from the organization once they learned of the charges and Orenchuk has been taken off the library’s work schedule. Nobody wants to back a pedophile-in-training, which is the lowest form of criminal. Even the other criminals will think that Orenchuk is scum.

In mid-October, lawyers published more than 1,200 formerly secret Boy Scouts’ files online detailing accusations of child sex abuse within the organization from 1965 to 1985. So this just proves my point that I am right not to trust anyone alone with my children because even those who we are supposed to be can’t be trusted.

I am so sick of reading about stupid ass adults hurting our sweet children. If it’s not an asshole parent leaving their gun out so a baby can shoot themselves, it’s a mom who wants to go out and party and leaves her toddler home alone or worse with a predator and I don’t know how many times I have to read about grown men raping and stealing the innocence of our children before it becomes mandatory to castrate anyone proven to have even a touch of pedophilia. Throat punch to the Boys Scouts of America for obviously not doing background checks on the perverts that they send out babies into the woods alone with.

What do you think the boy Scouts of America should do to stop the Edward Orenchuk of the world?

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Flupocalypse
Flupocalypse

This is as good as it gets at pick up during flupocalypse 2012

While we’ve all been waiting patiently to see whether or not the Mayans were right and we are on the brink of an apocalypse come December 21, my household has come under fire early in it’s own apocalypse of sorts; Flupocalypse 2012.

It’s been a long time since I have had the true, honest to goodness flu. Sure, I have had bouts of the 24 hour stomach variety and God knows I’ve experienced my fair share of head colds and sinus infections. Hell, I am the poster child for sinus infections. I am an ENT’s wet dream. But the flu, that is a beast of another variety.

The Big Guy and Gabs were home sick all of last week. I mean in the bed, couldn’t move, wouldn’t eat, looking like they were as close to miserable as they could get. I tended to them both and there were a lot of late nights taking temperatures and getting vomited on. There were a couple nights there where Gabs had me awake almost constantly between her coughing, temperature taking and blowing her nose and administering meds and giving cuddles and there is wherein my fatal mistake was made. I neglected myself and by Friday morning, I was bed ridden.

I am not joking. I am like a bull, you can’t keep me down. I don’t take naps or lay in bed unless it is the middle of the night but Friday morning, I was done. I had a fever of 103 for almost 3 days, which may not seem very high but I normally run about 96 degrees so it was fairly high for me. My throat felt like razor blades were run down the back of it and I was coughing up phlegm by the buckets. I was severely congested, I lost my voice, my head hurt form sinus pressure. I was vomiting from drainage and worst of all, my skin hurt for even my clothes to touch me. I was in excruciating pain from head to toe. The only salvation I found was ibuprofen, gallons of water, Mucinex and Wal-Flu ( apparently they took theraflu off the shelves) whatever it was, it worked. I’ll be honest, I was in so much pain I would have drank monkey piss if it made me feel better. Thank heavens it didn’t come to that. Also, I heard you can get a Drip Hydration Therapy if you have a flu. Perhaps I should’ve gone that route instead.

Finally, this morning ( Tuesday) 5 days after the flupocalypse descended upon me, I can finally sit upright. Of course, I got a little too overexcited this morning and thought maybe I should eat something, seeing as how I have lost 7 pounds in the past 5 days. I drank a glass of orange juice. Yes, I do realize in retrospect that this was not a good idea because almost immediately after swallowing it I was doubled over in the fetal position for the next 15 minutes trying to recover. It was liking throwing acid onto an open wound. It was stupid and I don’t recommend it. Back to crackers and broth.

Anyways, I am on the mend I just wanted to let y’all know why I have been missing in action over the past few days. Thankfully, I think Flupocalypse has lifted with the exception of a little congestion and a hoarse voice and I’m still a little weak, probably from the forced starvation. Now, if I can just survive past December 21, 2012.

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Throat Punch Thursday, hyperemesis gravidarum, Princess Kate, Kate Middleton, Duchess Kate, Pregnant, Prince William, Britain

Princess Kate is expecting!

I know that news is so Monday but I have had a crazy week. You may be asking yourself, why does Debi care so much about whether or not Princess Kate is pregnant? I care because Princess Kate is something that my own two princesses and I share. What I mean is, we watched the royal wedding together. Yes, I am that mother. I woke my 5-year-old up at 4:30 am on the morning of the royal wedding. I let her sister sleep in. She was only 3, what am I a monster?

I kept her home from school and we wore tiaras and ate a fancy breakfast while drinking English tea and cheered as Kate Middleton married her prince and became Princess Kate. We love her in this house and we love a good romance, especially of grand fairytale types. We don’t see too many of those these days. It was magical and I will remember it always, just like I remember watching Princess Di marry Prince Charles with my own mother.

We are over the moon excited for Princess Kate and Prince William. Not so excited for the hyperemesis gravidarum because I have so been there. 5 almost 6 months of non stop vomiting with my second child has left me with a large sympathy for any mother -to-be who has to go through that. But as I am bombarded with Princess Kate in the news, I can’t help but feel sorry for her.

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Princess Kate looking ever graceful as Prince William looks concerned

I remember that time between finding out I was pregnant and telling my husband and the time we announced it formally. That time is sacred and special and reserved for the parents. It’s that time when you get to walk around the world knowing and keeping the worlds happiest secret. It is magical.

We women wait to announce our pregnancies for many reasons, the number one reason being that if something were to go wrong with the pregnancy, we don’t want to have to see all of those sad, disappointed faces pitying us. It’s true.  We’ve all been there. So, I think it is crap that poor Princess Kate and Prince William had their first pregnancy force outed because of the media. I mean, my God, she can’t sneeze without a thousand photos being taken of it so there was no way that she could quietly and peacefully slip into hospital for a few days of recuperation without  the rumor mill working over time churning out tall tales of alien babies and plastic surgery. They had to reveal the pregnancy. The public has stole their special time, the biggest and best secret they will ever share as a couple.

My throat punch goes to the media for outing Princess Kate and Prince William’s pregnancy and to that nasty case of hyperemesis gravidarum because it truly is a bitch to suffer. As for whether or not she is having twins? Who knows. I just wish the Princess and Prince a healthy baby, an uneventful pregnancy and the privacy to enjoy this time together without the scrutiny of the press.

I know you are excited people but everyone deserves to have that special time to enjoy their pregnancy. I know I wouldn’t have wanted people all up in my business the first trimester of my pregnancies; I felt horrible, I looked run over by a truck and I was still trying to process the miracle that was about to change my life forever.

Don’t you agree that Princess Kate deserves to enjoy her first pregnancy without the watchful eye of the press?

 

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