Woman survives ectopic pregnancy, and so does the baby! Most ectopic pregnancies end by abortion, and almost all of the remainder end with the mother having emergency surgery to save her life. But not all of them, as this story shows. Most ectopic pregnancies implant in the fallopian tubes, which cannot grow big enough to house the baby. As the baby grows, the tube bursts, which kills the baby (or at least leads to its rapid demise, from lack of oxygen, as the placenta fails), and the mother’s life is put in jeopardy. But not all ectopic pregnancies grow in the fallopian tube. This story is the only known survivor of an ovarian pregnancy; but there are other stories of babies who implanted on the outside of the uterus. Of course, without a C-section these babies cannot be born. It is also possible for implantation to take place in the fallopian tube and for the baby to actually grow in the uterus (provided the umbilical cord is long enough), but it is extremely unlikely.
My thanks to Real Choice for providing the link. Incredible!
Yesterday, my son took a crayon to my newly painted walls. Yikes! And this wasn’t just a simple paint job — it was a faux finish, so I would have had to paint over the entire affected area with the base coat, and then do the faux finish — trying to make sure it blended in with the original finish, too.
But I had just bought a new can of WD-40, and one of the tips it had on it was that it could remove crayon from walls. (The reason I had bought a new can in the first place was because I had read it could remove paint from carpet. It does!) I was concerned that since the paint was so new (only about a week or so old), that the WD-40 would take off the paint. But what other choice did I have? I couldn’t have a big patch of red crayon on my blue walls!
What was I scared of? It worked perfectly!! What can I say? — I love WD-40!
You do know that there are really only two things you need to fix anything — duct tape and WD-40. If it moves and you don’t want it to, use duct tape; if it doesn’t move and you want it to, use WD-40! 🙂
Here’s a post written by a woman whose son’s friend died in Fallujah.
Let’s really remember those we are supposed to remember on Memorial Day, and not “celebrate” it like we do happy holidays. We are to remember the fallen, and their families. That’s not a happy thing. We can be grateful yet somber as we reflect on those who gave their all, so that we might remain free.
Don’t worry — this is a light-hearted post.
Yesterday I had a yard sale, and a woman came by with a 7-month-old baby. I offered to hold the baby while she browsed through the stuff I was selling, because she didn’t yet trust the baby to be able to sit by himself, and was struggling to hold the baby and shop.
Well, when my 23&3/4-month-old saw me holding this other baby, he was obviously upset and jealous. He’s a mama’s boy anyway, and almost never sees me holding another baby — he’s always in my arms, for one thing, and when I get my arms free from him, I rarely get the impulse to pick up another child — I rather enjoy having my hands free! 🙂
I was sitting down holding the other baby, and my son glares at him, and looks at me askance. I was “cheating on him” — committing “baby adultery,” you see? About that time the mother took her baby back, and immediately, Seth scurried into my lap and sat down. Then he looked triumphantly at the other baby, as if to say, “HAH! I got MY mommy back!”
So I saw this link when I was tag-surfing, and thought I’d take the quiz myself. There were several questions, like how old is your youngest child, how much sleep you get per night, why you want another baby, can you afford to raise the baby, etc. The most surprising thing to me, is that after I answered all of the questions honestly, it said, “It sounds like you’re ready to have another child!” And I’m thinking, “Do what??” Because, I don’t really want another child right now. Right now, my life is balanced (as opposed to chaotic or overwhelming… although there are plenty of those times right now), and I kinda like “balance” (as opposed to chaos and being overwhelmed). I have several months of chaos and being overwhelmed, and I like balanced just fine, thank you very much! 🙂
So, I figured that since most of my answers were negative or neutral, this quiz would tell me that I wasn’t ready to have a baby. Surprise, surprise! (But, you know what? I’m still not ready to have another baby!)
I was spurred on to take my personality test by this blog. It was interesting. You basically click on “yes” or “no” for about 80 questions. My results? [drum roll, please…] I’m INTJ — “Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging.” So I started reading the description for that personality type — I was pretty skeptical, to tell you the truth. But I gotta admit, it hit me between the eyes.
Some excerpts from the full description:
To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of “definiteness”, of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise — and INTJs can have several — they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don’t know…..
…This happens in part because many INTJs do not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, they tend to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most types consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, INTJs are usually extremely private people, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes them easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that INTJs really want people to make sense. 🙂
Dan Aykroyd, Augustus Caesar, Jane Austen, Raymond Burr, Charles Everett Koop, C. S. Lewis, Donald Rumsfeld, & General Colin Powell; and [U.S. Presidents] Chester A. Arthur, Calvin Coolidge, Thomas Jefferson, John F. Kennedy, James K. Polk, & Woodrow Wilson.
Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice), Gandalf the Grey (J. R. R. Tolkein’s Middle Earth books), Hannibal Lecter & Clarice Starling (Silence of the Lambs).
So, what are you?
I just saw a picture of a woman (presumably in the UK, since that’s what the blog post was about) holding a poster reading, “Every child a wanted child; every mother a willing mother.” My first thought,
She certainly was “willing” when she had sex!
Take some responsibility, people, before you make a baby, and then you’ll have to take a lot less responsibility afterwards.
(Oh, and just to make it clear, I’m not saying that rape victims are willing. But since only .3% of all abortions are done in the event of a rape [according to Planned Parenthood’s Guttmacher Institute, which would hardly pretend the number is lower than it really is], I’m talking to the 99.7% of women who get abortions for reasons other than rape.)
Following links, I stumbled across this website, and when I read the subtitle, I just had to laugh out loud:
“For many folks, a conclusion is simply the place where they got tired of thinking.”
Is that not so true?
In a previous post I talked about planting my garden. I guess I should have mentioned that I have a black thumb? Because apparently, I do. My brother’s garden looks awesome, and my mom’s looks pretty good too. Mine, on the other hand, does not. Here’s the deal — we all used the same broccoli plants, and my brother’s are a foot high at least, and nice and bushy, with little broccoli florets forming already. My mom’s look probably about half as good. And mine? Well, they have grown an inch or two since I transplanted them several weeks ago. Most of the other plants are also getting a bit yellow. And I know the soil has to be good, because I mixed up topsoil, compost, leaves, and a bit of the soil from the garden. It’s possible the dirt is too acidic or lime or whatever. However, I think the main thing is that I’ve over-watered.
You see, last year I neglected the garden and didn’t water it enough, so this year, I was determined not to let that happen. I wanted to make sure that the area where I put the transplants was good and moist. And I think I gave it too much water. I was thinking it was a possibility a week or so ago, and then lately we’ve had a lot of rain, and my garden flooded!
You see, we don’t have a tiller, so I just dug plots to put the plants in — cultivating only that dirt that the plant would use. That was probably all fine and dandy, but one section I dug ended up being an inch or so lower than the rest — I dug out more dirt than I put back in. So it collected water, and the plants were too small to put more dirt in, because then I’d bury them. I dug a hole next to it for the water to drain into, but with the tremendous amount of rain we’ve had lately, that filled up in no time, and the garden still flooded. So I had to bail out the hole a few times. I may put a ridge of dirt up on the edge of the garden, because apparently the entire lawn slopes down towards the garden plot. Since the rest of the lawn and garden area is hard-packed dirt (yeah, we have grass, but it’s not cultivated; and the garden spot is just packed down), the water just runs off… until it reaches my nice, soft, prepared soil… where it drains into the cultivated spots and fills them up and drowns my plants. Sigh…