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Once upon a time, I was surprised to find out I was pregnant. I had had a Mirena IUD placed (Yeah, I’m naming names.), it fell out, I had another one put back in and all was well… until I found out that either my cervix spit it out and I didn’t know, my uterus swallowed it OR my brand new fetus had disposed of it in some way.
Eventually, I accepted C as a blessing, but I spent a lot of time crying, whining, fuming and generally being crazy.
Recently, someone close to me had a very similar thing happen to her. I offered her my full support and vividly remembered exactly how I had felt. After I had finished breathing into a paper bag, I took a closer look at this girl. Her news wasn’t public knowledge yet, but I could clearly picture her politely telling well wishers that she was feeling “OK, just a little tired” and I remembered doing the same.
Also, any adjectives I used during this time in reference to myself could be replaced with the word “crazy”.
“Oh my goodness! You’re pregnant with Number Four?! CONGRATS!”
“Thanks. I’m really crazy.”
“Wow! How have you been feeling?”
“Oh, crazy. I’ve been a little bit crazy and slightly crazy.”
“Were you guys trying to get pregnant? I thought you said that 3 was your last one.”
“Well, yeah. We weren’t trying. I just accidentally got crazy. But it’s crazy! I know that it’ll be crazy and I’ll be crazy and the crazy will crazy and crazy mccrazy to craycray mo crazy.”
So, yeah. My friend is crazy and she’s going to remain crazy until the crazy is done being crazy. I was that girl once. It wasn’t awesome… until one day it WAS awesome.
(A freshly-birthed C. The picture is for you, Crazy Eyes. )
When was your last case of the crazy face?
Well, that’s what the GIANT sign at my tanning place says.
That’s right. I like tanning. I like everything about it.
I like the heat. I like the coconut smell that fills the air. I like the baked smell of my skin afterwards. I like the sound of the huge fan which leaves me alone in the world aside from my own thoughts. I like the way it makes my skin look. I like the illusion of a smaller body it gives (at least to me). I super like that there are no kids in there.
Is it good for me? Probably not
The use of tanning beds has been linked to skin cancer, but so has the use of the sun, which, try as you might, you’re still using. SPF lotions can only protect you so much. Do you reapply your facial moisturizer every 2 hours throughout the day? If not, you’re exposed on a daily basis to harmful UV rays.
Here’s some new info, though. Vitamin D deficiency has ALSO been linked to some forms of cancer. I mean, maybe this is a stretch. This would imply that tanning in a tanning bed is actually good for you, which probably isn’t true. I DO know that when I’ve had my dose of this vitamin, I feel better. I’m happier and more relaxed.
Other things that are supposedly linked to cancer: Carbon dioxide, deodorant, talc, cell phones, magnets, stress, alcohol, french fries, birth control pills, olive oil, Chinese food, milk hormones, bras, not breast feeding, toothpaste, grilled food, baby food, x-rays, well water, bottled water, celery, oral sex, sunscreen, and potato chips.
So, if tanning is your thing, do it, but be smart. Go for golden, not raisin. Tan within your skin’s limits. Burning is really bad for you. Protect your eyes. Wear a lotion.
I like tanning. I feel and look better when I do it. You can’t make me stop.