If you’ve been reading this blog, you know the purpose of its creation is to explore the importance and effect that disability has during pregnancy. You may have also noticed a long gap since my last post. Yes, I’ve been preparing for Eli, but full disclosure, I’ve struggled with the idea that maybe there is no point writing about disability and pregnancy at all. Maybe my fascination with these two subjects is simply that--my obsession. Over the last several weeks I’ve been torn between my options for anesthetics during my C-section. I still haven’t made a decision as to whether I will choose regional or general anesthesia. There are positives and negatives to both, but generally regional is safer. Regional consists of either an epidural, a spinal block, or a combination of both. I would be awake during the procedure and get to meet Eli (assuming there are no complications) almost immediately after he is born. For general, the anesthesiologist would put me under during the operation...
Once upon a time a street-smart feminist from Evergreen fell for a funny podcast-loving socialist Greener on Tinder. Radicalism and internet dating is the beginning of every great modern relationship... Let's be real, I fell for Tom the minute he lifted his pant leg and showed me his Zoidberg on our first date. When so many Evergreen forces collided together at once, I knew it had to be fate. Destiny. Our stars were perfectly aligned. I don't believe in soul-mates (we can love multiple people fiercely in our lifetime), but I do believe in great loves. In my past relationships, my partners were never my best bud or greatest confidant, they were people I liked, admired, and for the majority, they were people I respected. Then I met Tom. Think Jack Pearson from This Is Us, Derek Shepard from Grey's Anatomy , or River Song from Doctor Who . Tom is my Jack, Derek, River, and Christina Yang, for that matter, all rolled into one. He is my person. My equal. My ment...