She whispers things to me. Some of her hippie ideas I embrace, some I do not. I think she tried whispering something about not shaving my legs once. That one didn't go over. In fact it sort of back fired on her. I'm so committed to smooth legs that I go ahead and take care of my arm hair as well. Also, any influence she's tried to have over make-up wearing has not taken effect. Sephora is my happy place. She has gained some footing in the realm of hair product. The longer my hair gets, the less likely I am to use any product. Why? It's the hippie.
Probably the most evidence of the hippie influence in my persona is found my birthing philosophies. Epidural? No thanks, never had one, don't want one. Not only do I embrace natural childbirth I use hypnosis. I am a hypnobirther. Now, I think the Bradley Method is actually a bit more typically hippie than Hypnobirthing but they're pretty closely related. Both are based on the work of Dr. Grantley Dick Read, actually I think Lamaze was as well but let's get back to the matter at hand.
At one of my prenatal appointments with Zizza I brought along my copy of Childbirth Without Fear to read. When the Dr came in he was amazed "You are not the patient I'd expect to be reading that book," he exclaimed. He then went on to say "Usually the ones who read that are closer to forty, and hippies" Ok, that's not a direct quote. I don't remember what he actually said besides the forty part, but he meant hippie. (By the way, that's a great book I recommended it to anyone preparing for childbirth. Hippie or otherwise)
I've been thinking a lot about my inner hippie lately. Probably because she and I talk every day when I'm practicing my hypnosis in preparation for baby Duke. That, combined with my ever strengthening desire to cloth diaper led me to a realization earlier this week. The realization was "Hey, I am an environmentalist" but that's another story for another time.
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To bad The Mr. is anti cloth diaper. I'm sure you don't want to change ALL the diapers by yourself. :-)
Our hippie selves should be friends with eachother, well, along with our normal selves. The more I read about stuff, the more I am hearing the hippie in me speak out. Like, even though I just blogged the crap out of not getting pregnant and had lots of people tell me to try X and Y fertility doctors and treatments, but another girl suggested I read MAKING BABIES (just started last night) which is what helped her get pregnant after 1.5 years of 'trying' (and this was after 6 months of clomid and she has PCOS). It's all about getting pregnant as naturally as possible and talks a lot about Chinese methods, and yadda yadda hippie yadda. Maybe I'll have to do invasive treatments but I am going to give this a try. And even though I am not with child, I have TOTALLY already thought about birthing centers, cloth diapers, and maybe even (gasp) 2 years of breast feeding??? What the heck. Who knows. Maybe not. Good luck, though! Keep your sharing your hippies ways, because most likely as the time comes, I'll look into your references.
Hooray for hippies! You will love cloth diapers. Even The Mr. can be convinced. Promise. But beware, it gets worse. I fully intend to nurse for pretty much ever and I only wash my hair once a week (seriously, no one even knows).
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