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Twenty total awesome hipster baby nicknames you wish you had thought of.....
Blubell - Funny, lucky and summery name - we like that! Kricket - Busy Phillipps called her boy that, but we like it very much as a maiden name. Safran - Funny, nice and a really wonderful, fragrant herb - what can't you like? The Sansa - Game of Thrones fan will like this.
Tawyer - Strong, mighty, formidable; Mark Twain reader will enjoy using this name for her name. Boy's: 1st Bear - A favourite name among celebrities like Cheryl Tweedy, initially made famous by Cheryl Grylls; this is a truly uncommon and original name for your little teddy bears.
Siezel - Somewhat uncommon, but usable as a name - we like that! Your little kid would have to be really hard to pull this off! Chestnut - Similar to the bear, chestnut is somewhat more uncommon and singular, but still funny and functional like a name. river - a really singular name; we really enjoy how it sings!
Pike perch - short for Alexander, Buffy the Vampire Slayer enthusiasts will know all about this name.
Maternity: Explore the birth of a new identity
Maternity itself is not a new notion. Indeed, it is ageless, universally, and whether you achieve it through childbirth, adoption, or surrogacy, your job specification is the same. Yet our vision of what a mother is, how we see ourselves as mother, and the roles of maternity are complex and constantly evolving.
My own quick response to my seeming displeasure even shows prejudice about what a mom should be. So you' re a "delicious mummy," a "slummy mummy," a hipster mom, or even, God help us, a "micro-mummager" (kill me now). Maternity itself is not a new notion. Indeed, it is ageless, universally, and whether you achieve it through childbirth, adoption, or surrogacy, your job specification is the same.
Everything begins with your gestation when you see your whole bodies growing and being occupied by another being. If you see the fashions and clothing you are wearing playing a part in your own identities, it is hard to reconsider your own styles. Recently, after the second baby, I went back to work, and the issue of maternity and identities kept me busy.
How do I adjust my career ambitions with the simple wish to always be close to my baby? After my first daugther, when I came back to work, I was still plagued by the new maternity upset. My goal was to regain the sense of liberty that I had been losing through a year of breast-feeding, stunning homeliness and almost no free moments for myself.
Then, when I just regained my strength, I (fortunately) became pregnant. Oh, I'm so happy! Returning to work, but this is a terrible conflict. My times and experiences have lessened the impetuosity I once felt to regain my "old life". Maternity doesn't seem as hard as it used to.
Once I have shocked and shocked, I have accepted the sense of ownership, blame and anxiety that comes with having to take on a whole new world. Simultaneously, please. Dr. Alexandra Sacks, a shrink, wrote in her play "The Birth of a Mother" for the New York Times that "the creation of a new self can be as challenging as the creation of a baby.
Dr. Sacks talks every single night to people like me who are fighting to overcome the uneasy sense of division. This sense of never being fully present can also be a mirror of a sound bond with your baby. The year after he was born, Dr. Sacks refers to it as "matrescence".
Postnatal depressive disorder is a true illness, but there are many more females who struggle with a regular change of personality that is as unpleasant in its flow of hormones and psychology as adult life. Trying to go back to you in maternity in due course is a pointless practice. Yes, it's really good timing to discuss how much impact it has on people' s identities.
Your little baby just sleeps like while she is knitting, and her infant gives her a reflex zone massage. Your baby will be able to do that. Just like health, eating and vacation ing, there is a form of maternity that only exist in computer space, designed to torment chronic weary mothers and persuade them that there are families whose kids never cry or are asleep.
Beyoncé has done much to question some of our notions of what a mom should look like by normalizing the concept of the divine fertilizer, and the room her corpse occupies in the universe can be pretty and intimate. Only a few of us will ever look like her, but it is great that the pictures she transmits into the universe - and the billions of people who like and share them - are part of the new history we tell about Mothership.
And I remember terribly thinking: "I will never carry them again, I will soon become a mom. And now I am here: a little more than a year later and fortunately no more with lingerie reminiscent of rappelling devices and jersey-stops, and looking for a spare set of upper -legged boot for this season, angry that at some point I must have thought: "Parents don't carry Fickmex boots".
If anything, I've wanted to get dressed up since the birth of a baby. It' probably an attempt to re-connect with my own personality, but it's most likely a response to the usefulness of my daily Mom suit with denim, T-shirt and sneakers. Consequently, I have been living in the fundamentals of cloakroom for a year now and long for the possibility of wearing these shoes on a Monday mornings.
One would think that after almost eight month I would begin to believe that there really is a baby in my system, but not at all. I am still amazed when soft-eyed girls ask me for my due date, when other athletes compliment me on jumping into an empty pool, or when a woman gives me her place on the bandwagon.
Naturally they recognize that I am expecting - I wear legged trousers reaching down to my shoulders and have begun to sit like Rab C Nesbitt and grunt like a stationary swine when I get up from something lower than a stool. I am conscious that for many new daughters the society of woman can sometimes appear critically, suffocating, glowing warm with the force of comparisons, but in my gestation I had the good fortune to meet only a miraculous, soothing reinforcement of sorority relations.
My mom is so closely interwoven in my own lives that she now has the feeling of a second bone. It' s unbelievable and surprising to find this magic formula all of a sudden to unleash an atmosphere of privacy with a woman that I may have found daunting, isolated and intimate.
The way I am standing now, I look more than ever at the girls around me. Teachers, classmates, even the ladies I go swimming with every weekend have become my harnesses and have gathered around my center to keep me up. Apparently, I am not alone: according to a recent survey, one in five pregnant females today is childless* (either voluntarily or through circumstances).
Personally, I have no desire for pregnancy and I do not want my lifestyle to be altered by taking charge of caring for children (I can hardly spend enough of my own time). Indeed, there have been cases where a woman has entrusted me with her own desire for freedom for children, something that some of them are scared to divide with their families or partners.
At the beginning of the year I went on a retrostate of our practice and part of the whole thing was to find our meaning in our lives, something I haven't found yet (although, let's be frank, who has?). If I don't want to be a mom, this has shown me that I have to use my precious moments on this planet well.
So what's gonna happen to my Iife when I leave? I' m more scared of that than the thought of never being a mom.