*Baby Blueberry Birth Week* Hanae's Birth Story

Ready for another second born birth story? This one comes from Sue @ My Musings. Her daughter Hanae was born via a scheduled second c-section, which is exactly what I am having today for Baby Blueberry’s birth (unless something crazy happens between Friday July 17th and now). Anyway – I’ll hand the proverbial mic over to Sue now and stop blabbering…

First of all Congrats to Jen, Daniel & MM on the birth of little baby, BB.  I’m so excited for all of you!  Second – thanks for letting me guest post.

My c-section was scheduled for the 2nd of May and about a week before that I started to re-arrange furniture including the living room with it’s couches & 350 pound tv, my bedroom with it’s sturdy military dorm style furniture & also my son’s room.  No surprise when 2 days before my c-section I woke up in the middle of the night in labor!  I can still remember that drive and grumbling that only this baby would put me into labor!

When we got to the hospital a woman who was in labor with twins had arrived first so I got to have something that stopped my labor and waited until about 10:30 when they took me back.  Oh, I forgot to mention that in the military you get whomever you get.  I was able to arrange with the head of the surgical ob section to perform my c-section and he even cleared his schedule when I went into labor.  I will forever be grateful to Dr. Michael Stitely for coming in!

It did take longer with this section than the first because of all the scar tissue and it did worry me to the point that I had a panic attack on the table and had to be put out after my darling little daughter made her appearance.  When Dr. Stitely announced it was “a Hanae,” I asked him if he was sure –  I really thought I was having a boy!  She ended up being very healthy and active. She weighed 8 pounds 12 ounces and she was 21 inches.  Of course Hanae being Hanae, she couldn’t just lose the normal ounces that most babies lose while in the hospital.  She actually lost almost a full pound after birth because she pooped 18 times within 24 hours!

At this point our family is complete but I will never forget that wonderful day when my sweet baby girl decided to appear especially since it was 5 years and one week to the day from her big brother’s birth!

Hanae's Birth Story by Sue @ My Musings

Thank you so much for sharing your birth story with us Sue! I cannot wait to share the story of Baby Blueberry’s birth with all of you, but in the meantime our week of guest posts continues. Next up, tomorrow is a Wordless Wednesday special from Amanda @ Funkepunkemonke

The LAST Bump Report: 39 Weeks

Holy cupcake indeed, Batman. This is our last Bump Report folks – the last time I’ll have some reclusive vegetable to compare to my baby and the last week I’ll be carrying said baby in my stomach (that sounds like cause for celebration to me). Seriously I’m all nervous and impatient at the same time right now. This past week has been a bit brutal – like tired all the time, my body hurts EVERYWHERE and suddenly for the first time in my pregnancy I’m getting swollen hands and feet. I mentioned this phenomenon to the doctor, just to be sure it didn’t mean there was a major problem, and of course it’s not – she recommended putting my feet up, drinking more and watching my sodium intake. I took that to mean, “Stop working so hard, enjoy a glass of lemonade and opt for a sweet dessert over a salty one.” Doctors orders, right? And our lemonade (looooooove Simply Lemonade btw) is very low in sodium. All joking aside, I know I haven’t been drinking as much water as usual – it’s hard to want to guzzle down all those glasses when each one sends me to the bathroom two or three times. My bad. In the meantime, none of my shoes fit and my stomach is starting to feel like a dam that may burst at any minute (which is a funny comparison when you consider the whole “water breaking” thing – I’m hoping I can avoid that happening what with the whole planned cesarean).

The cloth diapering preparation seems to be going well. I still want to pick up a cheap trash can to store our diaper pail liner in but we stopped by this cute local store, Happy Bambino, and picked up an extra dozen prefolds and two more waterproof covers. So now we’ll have two brands of prefolds to try (and more importantly I won’t have to wash the diapers MORE than once a day hopefully) and we’ve got the waterproof covers so we can start as soon as we are ready now. The pail liner and cloth wipes came in the mail yesterday along with the Gerber prefolds so the only things we’re lacking are the Snappis which are on their way and the cuuuuuuute waterproof covers which are not on their way anytime soon according to Amazon (hence the trip to Happy Bambino). Speaking of happiness and bambinos, I wanted to mention officially here for anyone who cares that that store is now my favorite place in the universe. They have everything a quasi eco-friendly wanna be granola mom could wish for – anything you could think of for your nursing, baby wearing, cloth diapering needs – they’ve got you covered. Along with cute nursing clothes, baby clothes and eco-friendly adorable toys – AND classes on things like nursing, yoga, infant massage, estate planning and oh my god more. I want to move in. Even my husband was wowed by this place – and the reason this is marginally relevant to YOU is because…

  1. They have an online store – so you can buy their stuff from the comforts of your own home.
  2. If you wanted to send me gift cards for fun baby stuff, these would be very much welcomed. Also – FOOD – apparently we need it to survive?

Anyway, we’ve got pretty much everything we need for that, I think, although we still want to pick up some disposables for the first couple weeks and we’ve got all that setting up to do, which is really just cleaning up so that Dan can very quickly set up the furniture before baby and I come home, without having to move plastic totes and boxes of stuff first. We’re planning to work on that tonight – last night we got sidetracked by… well, I’ll tell you more about that later. Basically it involves our other child and all the toys he has and takes crappy care of.

Before I go off on that tangent though, let’s get on to our vegetable comparisons and statistics courtesy of babycenter.com:

[BB is] waiting to greet the world! [She] continues to build a layer of fat to help control [her] body temperature after birth, but it’s likely [she] already measures about 20 inches and weighs a bit over 7 pounds, a mini watermelon. The outer layers of [her] skin are sloughing off as new skin forms underneath. (How’s that for a mental image?)

Surprising Facts: How your body changes after giving birth

• You’ll start losing weight right away. While you probably won’t return to your pre-pregnancy weight for some time, most women are about 12 pounds lighter after delivering one 7- to 9-pound baby and losing another pound or two of placenta and another two pounds or so of blood and amniotic fluid. Although it will take a while for your body to regain its pre-pregnancy shape — that pregnant belly may stick around for longer than you’d like — by the end of the first week, you’ll probably have lost about 4 pounds of water weight.

• You’ll have lochia discharge. After your baby is born, the cells that form the lining of your uterus will begin to slough off. This results in a discharge called lochia that lasts for weeks. At first, this discharge is mixed with blood, so it appears bright red and menstrual-like, then it gradually gets lighter in color, finally fading to white or yellow before it stops.

• Your emotions will be in flux. Within the first week or two of giving birth, many new moms experience the “baby blues.” You may find yourself moody and weepy, exhausted, unable to sleep, or feeling trapped or anxious. Your appetite can change, too — you might want to eat more or less. The good news is this emotional upheaval will generally pass within two to three weeks.

…and parents.com:

She’s reached her birth weight (typically between 6 and 9 pounds) and length (18 to 22 inches), and all systems are go! Since only about 5 percent of women give birth on their due date, baby could be making her appearance at any moment. Labor may begin in several ways: mild cramps (the most common scenario), a painless trickle of straw-colored fluid caused by the rupture of the amniotic sac, or a scheduled induction or cesarean section.

…If your delivery is scheduled, you’ll check into the hospital and either be prepped for a c-section or given prostaglandin gel (to soften the cervix) followed by oxytocin through an intravenous drip…

…You’ve been envisioning this moment for so long! But chances are it won’t be anything like you imagined. Maybe your water will break without any contractions, and you’ll need to be induced. Or you’ll dilate so quickly that there’s no time for an epidural, even though you were counting on one. On the other hand, maybe you’ll labor for hours without dilating at all, and end up with an emergency c-section. There’s simply no way to know.

Each birth is as unique as the baby it produces. But the mishaps that seem like disasters now–your husband stuck in traffic on the way from the office, the overnight bag left on the front steps in the rain, your 20 hours (or 20 minutes) of labor–will all become cherished parts of your baby’s birth story. So take a deep breath, go with the flow, and enjoy one of the greatest experiences life has to offer.

Sources:American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists,www.medem.com, Johnson, Robert V., MD, Ed., Mayo Clinic Complete Book of Pregnancy and Baby’s First Year (William Morrow & Co, 1994)

I can’t wait to share Baby Blueberry’s birth story with all of you – and I can hardly believe how soon it is happening – we pick my grandma up from the airport tomorrow! After a quick weekend with a company picnic and likely a bit more baby planning and hopefully some chances to show grandma around town… after all that, Tuesday is coming, ready or not, and so is this baby. Monday morning will mark the beginning of Baby Blueberry Birth Week with lots of fun guest posts and hopefully a special appearance from Dan, who at the very least, I may ask to post some pictures and a quick update if I can’t get online myself next week. I think I’m coming home Friday but you know, with these things, you never know…

That’s all folks! As far as Bump Reports are concerned, “The End…” As far as LIFE is concerned, “To be continued…”

Aloha Friday: Prioritizing

It’s time for another Aloha Friday, the day that you take it easy and look forward to the weekend, in Hawaii and blog land anyway. As you should know by now, over at An Island Life, Kailani decided that on Fridays she would take it easy on posting and ask a simple question for you to answer. Nothing that requires a lengthy response.

If you’d like to participate, just post your own question on your blog and leave your link at An Island Life’s blog. Don’t forget to visit the other participants! It’s a great way to make new bloggy friends!

In eleven days I am going to have a baby (planned second c-section for my non-regular readers) – I know, I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this fact in every post I’ve written for the last month or so. At this point, that fact has become all consuming for me. And yet it still seems surreal. We’re going to be a family of four soon. I’m soon going to consider the pitiful excuse for a night’s sleep I’m getting now glorious in comparison. I’ll be reacquainting myself with nursing, changing the diapers of a non-solid food eating kiddo, and second guessing myself on the care of two children instead of just one. I’ll be orchestrating nap times on a continuous basis and recovering from major surgery.

So lately I’ve been busy thinking about all the things I might want to do now to get ready. And my husband has been the opposite in a lot of ways – “We can do that the week the baby is born,” is like his favorite sentence. Things like buying diapers and assembling furniture and installing the infant car seat. I’m not sure who is right. I’m not sure I’m remembering every little thing I should be obsessing over. So my Aloha Friday questions for you are…

  • (If you have kids) What are the essential things I should make sure are done before I go in to have the baby – keeping in mind I’ll be in the hospital for about 4 days?
  • What things can wait?
  • What things should I do now while I have the chance, that don’t directly have to do with the baby?
  • Is it okay to eat leftover lemon bars for lunch today?
  • Any last minute tips on siblings?
  • (If you don’t have kids) If you found out you were having a baby tomorrow, what would you do today?

Bump Report: 38 Weeks

In less than two weeks we are going to be a family of four – THAT is just surreal to me right now. Per usual I am this quaint little mixture of impatient and scared shitless. On the one hand, wouldn’t it be wonderful to not be pregnant anymore and get a cute cuddly newborn? On the other hand, won’t it be awful to have basically no sleep for the next four months and god help me if this child doesn’t nurse well. Remembering all the little difficulties with MM and trying to remind myself that I got through it, but also remembering that we had a LOT of help. Thank god my grandmother is coming up for two weeks.

Anyway, two weeks from this past Tuesday people – it’s all happening, ready or not. People Magazine’s little pregnancy calendar (which I just stumbled across like yesterday) is officially regarding Baby Blueberry as a baby now and not a fetus – no quaint little statistics about her growth, like I would have seen last week or any week prior. – So far as they are concerned, this kid is ready to go. Instead they quite eagerly want to talk about safety – what baby proofing have I not gotten to yet? For the most part I think our apartment is pretty well locked down as we still have it all kinds of “proofed” where MM is concerned but I know our baby gates will be coming back out soon and a few more cabinets will get locked at some point.

One area of concern for both BB and MM is the bedroom and playroom windows. We keep them open at least a crack to let air in, wider when we want to run the fan. And it doesn’t escape my notice that we live on the third floor. I don’t think MM is tall enough to fall over from the floor, as he can just barely see over it… but he is a monkey and he climbs… And I get nervous. I’ve been looking at this window guard and wondering if I should get one (or two) … or would this or this be sufficient? I can’t help but look at the cost, and then I get that mommy guilt, like “You can’t put a price on your child’s safety” and then I think, “This is why I’m a marketing company’s dream. I’m easily duped…” And then I think, “Or am I?” Any thoughts? At some point I’ll mention this to Dan who I’m pretty sure almost never reads my blog anymore (I must be really boring) but then I feel guilty for saying, “So I was thinking of spending more of your money” since we are also in the talks about maybe cloth diapering (god the up front cost is so expensive and the choices are still kind of overwhelming me) and we’re also looking at these fancy nursing pads that are also kind of expensive but maybe genius? I’m so sick of spending money, I know babies cost money, but at some point I’d like to start saving again and we still haven’t gotten reimbursed for our moving costs which we will then have to hand over to my father who was kind enough to foot the bill temporarily.

Enough about money though, let’s see what babycenter.com has to say about BB – will they also consider this cookie cooked or will we get some statistics? Maybe a fancy fruit or vegetable we’ve never heard of to compare the size to?

Your baby has really plumped up. She weighs about 6.8 pounds and she’s over 19 1/2 inches long (like a leek). She has a firm grasp, which you’ll soon be able to test when you hold her hand for the first time! Her organs have matured and are ready for life outside the womb.

Wondering what color your baby’s eyes will be? You may not be able to tell right away. If she’s born with brown eyes, they’ll likely stay brown. If she’s born with steel gray or dark blue eyes, they may stay gray or blue or turn green, hazel, or brown by the time she’s 9 months old. That’s because a child’s irises (the colored part of the eye) may gain more pigment in the months after she’s born, but they usually won’t get “lighter” or more blue. (Green, hazel, and brown eyes have more pigment than gray or blue eyes.)

Another tidbit from Parents that I figured was worth the copy and paste is in regards to overnight bags:

When the nesting urge hits, it’s a good time to pack your overnight bag for the hospital or birthing center. Avoid the temptation to pack too much, since your partner will probably be hauling it from the labor room to the postdelivery area to your recovery room. Family and friends can bring your nursing bras, favorite bathrobe, baby’s (and your) “going home” outfit, and anything else you may have forgotten. You may even want to pack one bag for labor and a second one with items you won’t need until afterward. (Leave it by the front door so someone can bring it later.) Labor bag essentials include:

  • A copy of your birth plan
  • Insurance cards
  • Heavy socks (feet get cold during labor) and slippers
  • Music, if you plan to have any during the birth–one mom we know labored to the sound of Bob Dylan, while another chose Handel’s Water Music
  • Hair ties or barrettes if your hair tends to fall into your face
  • Books or magazines
  • At least $20 for your partner to use for snacks
  • Phone card/phone list
  • Toothbrush, toothpaste, and breath mints–labor gives you dragon breath!
  • A camera or (if you’re really sure you want it) camcorder

I think that’s everything for this week worth mentioning (unless you really want to hear more about the constant back pains and lack of sleep some more… no? Didn’t think so). I’ll check in once more for week 39 and then these little Bump reports will be officially retired as we’ll have a cute cuddly baby to obsess over instead! Have a great day!

The Things I Want To Teach Her

Apparently I’m having a baby. I mean, I know I’m having a baby but you know sometimes it just sort of occurs to you like you maybe hadn’t really really realized it before? That comes in waves for me, this understanding that in a couple months I will be a mother of two. That I’ll be caring for an infant, recovering from a birth, and that MM will no longer be an only child. I’m still scared shitless that this is all a huge mistake – that MM won’t want to be a big brother, that I’ll be losing my first baby for this second one whom I know nothing about except that she definitely has a future has a soccer player if she’s interested.

They say a woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant – that the maternal instinct is just there. I didn’t feel that way with my first pregnancy and I largely still don’t feel that way about my second. It wasn’t until that moment, holding him for the first time, that I really got it – that I felt that love and it was real. After that it held strong and fierce, surprising me with it’s strength, as I’m sure my love for BB will be. But right now, in this moment, I am just a pregnant mother of one. So it’s weird to think about my life in the not so distant future where I will be a mother of two – I’ll have a son and a daughter.

I wonder how raising a daughter will be different than raising a son. Raising MM has felt largely natural to me – I’ve grown accustomed to his man bits and his all boy personality (though terribly sweet) and I can’t imagine anything else even though anything else is coming soon. I think about the lessons I will have to teach my little daughter as she grows up – the lessons I learned and the ones I wish I’d learned sooner. They are different from the lessons I’ll want to teach MM because, well, boys and girls are different and they have different things they each need to learn. Not like math and science and English, but life.


Things like, “Date less. Spend more time on non-romantic endeavors. Don’t stress out so much about, “Could this guy be the one?”” Because honestly when he is the one – you know – he does treat you right, there are no games, and while it’s not simple, it’s not rocket science either. There’s no need to search under every rock and stone – if it doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t. At least, that’s the conclusion I’ve come to after a long, tedious search for love. There’s a quote from Juno about love that I really really… love:

“Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.”

-Mac McGuff from Juno

I remember talking to a friend of mine in college, who was already married. I asked him if he thought the boy I was dating would be The One (because married people are experts on these things) and what he said upset me at the time, but it was true. He said he didn’t think that guy was the one (he so wasn’t) because if I had to ask, then I hadn’t figured it out yet – that when you find the one, there is no more questioning. It’s “The End” but not in like a sad, depressing way, so much as, you just know. The dating scene is over, you won. That’s not the kind of thing that you can understand though if you haven’t experienced it. It causes me so much grief to see friends going through the scene – sticking with guys that don’t treat them well, under the premise that they could be the one, and what if this is meant to be, and “I think I might love him.” Because man I’ve been there. And looking at it from the other side of the game, if I could have just skipped way more than half of those failed relationships and done something else while I waited to meet Dan – I totally would have.

Things like sex. Lessons like, “Don’t give yourself away to make someone love you.” (Which if you’d told me I was doing that I’d have laughed and said, “I’m not that stupid.” But I did. And I was.) They say sex complicates things but that’s like a gross understatement. Once you get those three little letters involved in a relationship, everything gets harder. You become invested – your emotions for that person become tangled in that act that you shared, even if you didn’t intend for them to. And as a mom, I can’t help but add that having sex, no matter the precautions you take, is like saying, “I accept that a baby could result from this.” Because they do – whether you planned it or not – pregnancy happens. AIDS happens and that’s awful but pregnancy – man that’s huge. That’s life. If that guy that knocks you up doesn’t turn out to be the one, you still end up stuck with him forever – even if he isn’t physically present, the reminders are there. And when they are physically present – is that a good thing or a bad thing? It’s important. It happens.

And I mean, babies are wonderful – being a parent has been oh so rewarding. But it’s also hard – and it’s something that changes you forever. Your life is never just your own after that – you are responsible for the well being of another human and you will love them to an impossible degree, thinking about their needs and wants and happiness constantly, often more than you think of your own. It’s expensive and time consuming and all encompassing and there are no take backs. So sex is pretty huge – and it’s a pretty special thing – it’s like the biggest thing you can give someone – there’s nothing bigger than that kind of a commitment of yourself. Use it wisely.

And ohhhh body image. I don’t even know what lessons I will have to give on body image, lord knows I haven’t figured it all out. I know that society has crazy hard expectations about beauty and that you can become obsessed with perfection that isn’t real. That whole BMI thing – putting people in a little box of “should be” with no regard for their individual differences. People are not the same. They have different bodies, different diet needs, different things that work and don’t work. But they are all beautiful. Everyone is beautiful.

The important thing for me, that took me way too long to figure out – is more science than soul. It’s about what you eat, how much you eat, and what you are eating for. Activity level and why it’s important. That whole idea that the food you eat is not placed before you solely to please your palate (although it’s nice when it does). Food is the fuel your body needs to keep going – too little food or too much food leads to unhealthy outcomes. Calorie counting has helped me tremendously with this – the idea of turning it into math – this is what my body needs, this is what I am feeding it. It’s helped me so much during this pregnancy and I am so proud. And yeah I still over indulge sometimes – sometimes you need that treat – but that’s okay because calorie counting always works the next day or week when you are ready to get back on again.

Exercise is something else that I never really got until recently. Which is not to say that I’m good at it now – but that I kind of get why I should do it and how it helps. For me it’s as simple as, “Exercising more helps to make up for your indulgences. Exercise more and you can choose to eat more – or to lose more weight.” And also important is that the end goal should be realistic – it should be healthy – it should be, “I feel like I’m wearing my own skin again – I have energy to spare and I am happy.”

And no matter how much weight you lose, how short you cut your hair, what color you dye it, what clothes you wear – you will find that it will still and always be you under there. You can’t escape that – you’ll always be there. So you’d be better to learn to love you than spending a lot of time trying to change things that cannot be changed. I can’t tell you how often I’ve gone for a new hair cut or color and been so disappointed that it was still me – just me with different hair, a different outfit. Still me. I think I spent my entire teen years trying to erase myself only to wake up one day and desperately want just me back. And realizing that was one of the coolest, healthiest things I’ve ever done.


I don’t imagine that I’ll be able to just explain these things to her and that she’ll accept them – I know you have to learn those things on your own, but I hope that if she’s at least heard these things out loud that when she has the opportunity to get it, that she will and she’ll remember and it won’t feel so strange as it did for me, kind of figuring it out on my own. I never had that actual mother figure growing up. I had a strong web of women in my life, aunts and grandmothers and a string of step mothers, but it’s different. There are boundaries and there’s a lack of time. For the most part it was just me and my dad – who did an amazing job raising a sensible, smart girl (in my humble opinion) but you know you can’t answer every question even if you try – they might not hear you until they hear it for themselves.

I won’t be able to teach MM and BB everything – Even if I tell them verbatim all the things I’ve listed here, they still may not get it. And there will be things I’ll miss, that will seem so much more critically important to them because they will be their life lessons to learn – the things which will make all the difference. There will be things I get right and things I get wrong – things they get right and things they get wrong. And that’s fine. But if I could hand pick a couple lessons to pass on to Baby Blueberry and any other girls who haven’t figured this stuff out yet – those things up there would be the things I’d want to start with.

Then I’d put on some ultimate girl rock – an ego boost in a song – because girl power, that idea that YOU ARE AWESOME and deserving of the BEST – it’s not egotistical – most people no matter how confident they seem are not confident at least not all the time. People need an ego boost – a reminder that they rock. Because we forget. So after I spent hours or days or awkward minutes trying to express those things above to my little girl, I’d probably put on this song and be like, “This will explain everything.” And then she’d be like, “Mom you are so lame.” But seriously.

“Now That You Got It”
by Gwen Stefani

Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

Now that I’m your baby the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
All the stars I was reachin’ for you had in the palm of your hand
& if for just once I would let the
padlock on the door be open
Well, dammit, just get on over here
This better be the best thing I ever felt
My days, they better be sunny
It better be nothing but all that I want

Now that I’m your baby, the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

I’m the raddest queen of them all
I could have anyone, so what I want?
Perfect, get it right, never wrong
So you gonna step it up? Or you gonna be gone
Not like the rest (not this), nothing is typical (ain’t nothing is typical)
This is not a test (no test), this is a for sure (it’s all gotta be for sure)

Now that I’m your baby, the things you promised me now I want
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

(Yo Gwen whatcha make ’em do?)
Well, I’d train him like a marine corps
Boot, camp, make him like a superhero (yes ma’am)
That always better be his response
Or I don’t give a dog a bone
Attention! Show me your skeletons, let’s not play games
We can be closer than sharing last names (gimme my award)
The award is a purple heart, it could be yours
If you earn that medal, yeah you could be my boy

If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?
If I’m really your baby then share with me your secrets & all
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it? What you gonna do about it?
Now that you got it, what you gonna do about it?
What you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about it?

How about you?

  • What lessons do you hope to pass onto your children?
  • What have been the life defining ah-ha moments of realization in your life?
  • What is your ultimate Girl Power anthem (or Guy Power for any male readers)?