The Idea

The idea is to write sporadically, for the next 34 weeks and share with you all my insides. I am hoping that this practice will provide me the time and commitment to really sit down and internalize this amazingly mysterious, abundantly joyful, and awe inspiring process known as pregnancy.


Sunday, February 14, 2010

Introduction

I sit before you to write, in a spirit of humility. The process laid ahead of me is one that is uniquely spiritual and simultaneously primal and animalistic.  It is an experience shared across the mammalian world and one that unites all human cultures.  It is child birth.  My purpose in writing is to articulate my personal experience of this collective action.  It should be fun and tantalizing…Here we go… 

The Characters: 

Zach Atchley: a young ladies man, with apparently very effective sperm.  Buddhism is somewhat consistently tending to be his inclination and aspiration.  He is 26, cares for two dogs, and loves to love.  Do most people (i.e. his momma) believe he is ready for this journey?  Probably not.  Does He? Of course.  Will she? You bet.  Can he express his emotions concerning being a dad: NO WAY, but he knows they are good. 

Karen Brokaw: a 32 year old cougar and soon to be M.I.L.F who took advantage of a young, seemingly innocent young man whom she knew would be easily lured into her lair.  She is beautiful, eloquent, and lady-like (something very seldom bestowed upon a man so irreverent and immature).  She’s an only child, adopted, and everything he is not (i.e. practical).  Can she define her Higher Power? No.  Does she experience her Higher Power? Yes.  She has two cats (uh-oh) and is going to be an amazing mom. 

The Midwife: It is going to be fun introducing the practice of midwifery to the readership of this blog.  Months ago I watched a video clip about women who experienced orgasms during child birth.  Naturally I showed this clip to Karen.  This sparked a momentous reading campaign by Karen Brokaw.  Unbeknownst to us, during this time, the magic happened.  It couldn’t have had anything to do with me releasing my sperm as close as humanly possible to her cervix during her ovulation cycle, but she somehow has our child growing within her as we speak.  A vote never had to be taken.  A consensus had already been reached; we were going to do this thing from home.
The entries following will contain facts, figures, methods and feelings.  The characters above will continue to be developed and their relative importance in the story will continue to grow.  Don’t react to these entries with finality. Nothing is final and everything is subject to revision.  Instead, grow with me and grow with us, as we embark on this journey of self-discovery, fear, faith, family, and placentas.          

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