Friday, 26 November 2010


Aside from all things stretch and grow, there is a recent recurring theme in my life.

Watching this documentary recently changed our eating habits drastically, and, I think, permanently. It would be nice to keep buying chicken from the supermarket, and I'm sure there are many people who would prefer we continued to do so, but it's probably not worth it. Especially now.

Another example is the art school that wants to keep my 600 Euro deposit for a masters degree I can't complete because of my pregnancy. 600 euros is a lot for me, not far off a month's wages, but it's not HEAPS of money. I mean, it's not 1000 euros... and they do say the money won't be returned under any circumstances on their website. I suppose they'd prefer I just not be bothered to go to Spanish consumer affairs and check if they can keep a deposit when there was no contract signed, my inability to follow the course is due to their own discrimination, and quite simply, I'm not recieving the service I paid for.

The fashion school that AzzBAnd performed for in May this year, (the show that we arranged 3 songs and composed another especially for) should have paid us in July. They were obviously hoping we'd forget about it. Or be too lazy/embarassed to ask about it later.

There's a lot here about money, but it's especially important. I need it now, right? So many prams, disposable nappies and packets of formula to buy. Even if I go the earth mother route, still a whole heap to spend in organic slings, butt cream and breast-feeding apparel. Things that I need to buy (new), apparently, in order to be a good mother.

If my pregnancy has had one thing to teach me, it is that there is freedom in knowledge. That might be why so many pregnant women become experts in anatomy. The more you know, the less you can be controlled. That is the theory behind censorship. That is why so many infamous leaders held book burning parties in their capital cities.

That is what I feel the Spanish public healthcare system wants to do. I feel that they would like to go through all the books on childbirth and cross out the words that fit in anymore. I feel like they would like to smash the antique ceramic birthing stool my midwife showed me into a thousand pieces, and with it the beautiful ritual women have been performing since the beginning of time. They have convinced great-grandmothers, who once knew better, that pregnancy and birth is a scary, dangerous game.

That's the theme. It's not a paranoid conspiracy theory or anything. Just a weird feeling that ignorance and laziness allows us to be completely controlled by individuals, society, and multi-national corporations. I want to refuse to be controlled by fear or ignorance.

My yoga teacher says that everyone's views are the right views. Because everyone speaks from their own knowledge centre. But what if their knowledge centre is narrower than yours? My goal for the next few months is to expand my knowledge centre as far as possible.

Another quote that resonated recently is "Never ask a barber if you need a haircut" So I'm going to learn to look in the mirror and assess exactly who I am and what I need, just so I can take that advice.


  1. Love that last paragraph.

    It took until my third birth for me to have enough knowledge to make it happen the way I wanted. Many would say that I was lucky/foolish/irresponsible. Birth history dictated a hooked up to drips/drugs/monitors hospital experience. What I really needed was my Mr, my midwife, my living room, a birthing pool and most importantly, an understanding, a real faith, that my body could do it.

  2. holy i am behind on my blog reading. congrats! you look amazing.

  3. Oh my goodness! I had no idea how behind on blogs I was until I visited you today! What exciting news! Congratulations! I tell you, as you'll hear 10 bazillion times, enjoy every minute because it goes by in a flash. Seems like just the other day I was experiencing all of the same excitement and I blinked and my kids are in college! So enjoy it all - every second, including the anticipation of everything you have to prepare for and look forward to! I'm so excited for you!

    Other two cents: I never had an ultra sound with my first, one with my second, didn't want any extra tests that weren't absolutely important and didn't want to know the sex of my kids before they were born. I wanted no frills or crystal balls. My labors were quick, with a few drugs with each one but only when I felt I absolutely would pass out without them, no fancy schmancy anything and they came out just fine. Trust your instincts and do what is right for you.


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