Friday, July 28, 2006

I am now a convert... the importance of maintaining healthy iron levels.

Two weeks ago the birthing center I'm going through for pre-natal care put me on an iron supplement. I'm amazed at the difference it makes - I haven't had this kind of energy (on a consistent basis) in years. I should probably have started taking an iron supplement nearly a decade ago.

Prior to starting the supplement, I had an extremely hard time waking up in the morning. I would generally be sprawled out in a chair, or on the floor with a pillow, dozing off and on while my son jumped all over me and tried to get me to play with him. Between 11-12 I'd get enough energy to get dressed and begin the day. Even then, I wouldn't get much done. Most of my time was spent putzing around on the computer.

Now, I'm usually up and dressed between 8-9. Then, I actually get things accomplished, whether it be running errands or cleaning. I still get a bit fatigued in the afternoon, but that's normal even for people with healthy iron levels, so I can't complain.

I'm also surprised by what an impact the added energy has on my mood. Apparently the apathetic attitude that stayed with me for months at a time was in large part due to my physical condition. Of course, I really didn't think I was unhealthy, so I thought that attitude had just become a part of life for me. It sure is nice to know that is not the case! Going through life on a semi-permanent plateau gets dreary. Everything gets very dusty.

My husband is also starting to see the benefit of iron supplements. My libido has been very low since my first pregnancy began three years ago. Now, it's showing signs of making a come-back, which should help put his mind at ease. "I'm tired" seems like a trumped up excuse for avoiding intimacy, but I really was quite fatigued on a regular basis. (Anyone that has gone beyond tired to truly weary should understand that any physical exertion is not a pleasant prospect at that point.) I told him that I thought it was probably a physical problem, but man-like, he was skeptical. I sure wish I'd known it was something as simple as an iron deficiency! (Bet he does, too.)

Anyway, I'm truly thanking G-d for the help something this simple has given me!

Thursday, July 20, 2006


Roci (bless his heart for still stopping by and commenting) recently stated that it was obvious that I fear certain technology and that I fear the government. He also said it is obvious that I see end-times persecution for Christians just around the corner.

I'll admit, I find that first assertion to be irritating. I don't fear the government. At all. I dislike and distrust the government, and I treat it with caution, the same way I treat a hot stove with caution, or would treat someone inexperienced wielding power tools. Recognizing that something can harm you and fearing that harm are two entirely different things.

Over the last few years, I've come to take a fairly Libertarian political stance. The less the government interferes in our daily lives, the better. I don't like a nosy, meddling government any more than I like a nosy, meddling neighbor. The more ways the government finds to harrass the citizens of this country, the more annoying I find it. I'm a grown adult. I don't need the government telling me to wear a seatbelt, wear a helmet, have prenatal care, have no more than two people per bedroom when renting an apartment, or that I have to wait three days to purchase a gun. (I'm willing to bet, Roci, that you would be pretty indignant if your mother called you up every night to tell you to brush your teeth and change your underwear.)

As for end-times Christian persecution - I admit, I do believe that Christians world-wide are going to experience severe persecution sometime within my lifetime. I also believe that this persecution will be part of events prophesied in Revelation. However, I do not believe that these are 'end time' events, as I fully expect, after Armageddon is out of the way, to have a thousand years of peace under the rule of our Messiah. (I also do not believe in the Rapture, but I suppose that's a discussion for another day.)
I don't live in fear of this persecution occuring, though my flesh is certainly weak and doesn't relish the prospect of exchanging an easy, comfortable life for suffering and deprivation. I must apologize if my writing bespeaks fearfulness, because that is definitely not the spirit in which I write. I fear my own failings far more than I fear anything that can happen to me!

Correction: I do not believe in a pre-tribulation rapture.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

They always start with the criminals first

Here's another article which preludes another loss of freedom and privacy, pushed through under the guise of catching and monitoring sex offenders.

"The potential privacy invasion ... makes me nervous," says Richard Wright, a member of the Massachusetts ACLU board.

Although I hate to do so, I have to agree with the ACLU on this one.

Thursday, July 06, 2006


So, we're finally in our own place again. It's been a fun trip getting here, that's for sure.

First, the leasing agent that was handling our application went on vacation and did not turn over the paperwork to someone else to finish. After calling up to find out our status, and turning in some additional paperwork, we finally signed the lease at 4pm on the day that we were wanting to move. My husband rented a truck, and with the help of a couple of friends, managed to move most of our stuff that night - though he wasn't finished until 5-6 in the morning.

Then, he had to work all weekend, which mean that the only time he had at home was needed for sleeping. That left me to go back to our old place, finish packing and loading what remained of our stuff, and clean in the few hours I had before having to return home so my husband would have the car for work. I didn't finish until Monday. It might have gone faster, but being six months pregnant, I could only carry small amounts at a time, and thus it took me a while to get anything accomplished.

Tuesday, our (former) housemate had her wedding. Wednesday, the internet service (and thus our phone) was turned on, after which I rented a car and drive over a hundred miles in order to visit two of my sisters - one of whom had rented a vacation house for a week to celebrate her 30th birthday, the other of whom had flown in from Texas (she's in the army and will be leaving for a second year in Iraq at the end of summer).

Today, I drove back, meeting my husband at the car rental place so I could drive him to work, so I would have our car to get home with.

Tomorrow, I have to be at the hospital at 6 o'clock in the morning, because my son is being circumcised at 7:30. Mind you, when the urologist's office called with the original appointment, it was for 10 o'clock, so I'm not sure how or when it got switched to 7:30am. Ugh. I had wanted my husband to be there, as I'd feel more comfortable, but he'll be at work.

I'm hoping that by next week, I'll actually have some time (and energy) to unpack! I'm living in a sea of boxes right now.