5th grade timewarp

Are you there God? It's me, Sadie.

Remember that book? Judy Blume fans certainly know what I'm referring to. I think I'm going to read that book all over again. I need to go back in time to a place where I'm just a child with childlike thoughts and concerns. Enough of this adult shit.

I remember reading "Are you there God, its me Margaret" in 5th grade just as the class was divided by the sexes for that special movie in health class. Awkward boys in one room; giggly girls in the other. My health teacher back then was the school nurse, Mrs. Z. This woman was very tall and lanky... and very old. Her gray hair was styled in a fashion that made her look like an ancient version of Tennile from "Captain & Tennile". She wore polyester pleated pants and plain blouses that had huge bows in the front. She was the one who taught us about periods. To this day, every single time I get my period, Mrs. Z. comes to mind and her voice rings out in the words she once told us when describing them, "Oh, and you'll know when you get it... because its verrry wet!!!" Gross. The monthly cycle thing didn't sound fun at all. In fact, it sounded scary to me. Bleeding, cramps, crankyness... pads!

In the book, Margaret gets her period for the first time and has to learn about wearing a sanitary napkin pad. The description of a sanitary pad in that book, for the longest time, confused and scared the hell out of me! I was totally engrossed with finding out how they worked... why the hell did you need a belt??!?!?!??? A belt????? For what??? I was totally embarrassed to ask anyone about it! This period business sounded more and more like a pain in the ass and I had decided that I didn't want any part of it! I made the decision that I wasn't going to get it ever! ... as if I had a say in the matter.

Then, one day in the girl's bathroom, it appeared... that little spot of blood on my flowered underwear. "Great! Just great!", my 5th grade voice echoed in the sea foam green bathroom stall.

Did I tell anyone??? NO FREAKIN WAY!!! Nobody was gonna know about this! It was soo embarrassing! I didn't want to have to get "pads" because I didn't know how to use the belts!!! My period got heavier and I got more sneaky in hiding it. I waded up toilet paper bundles and put them in my underwear. Who needs pads and belts??!! I figured this period stuff out myself! ... but then by the 3rd day the flow was too much for a mere wad of Charmin! I soiled my panties a lot and stashed the evidence wayyyyyy in the back of my underwear drawer. Soon I ran out of my own panties and resorted to stealing pairs from my mom's drawers! HA! I had outsmarted mother nature! Me, Sadie... all by myself! Ha!

But... the next month it came back. Supplies for hiding this annoying monthly occurance dwindled. My mother's underwear drawer thinned out quickly. One day when I came home from school I went to my bedroom and to my absolute HORROR there was a GIANT box of Maxi pads on my dresser and all my previously dirty underwear in a nice, neat pile next to it. Oh my God did I think I was going to die! I was sooo embarrassed and ashamed! I didn't want any part of this!!! I turned around and my mom was standing in my doorway. I didn't say a word. "I was wondering where all my underwear was disappearing to and I found them in your drawer!" I thought I was going to get a lecture on how bad the situation was but instead I got a huge bear hug and a speech on how happy she was that I was a woman now, or something. Ugggg!!!! I didn't want the hug, I didn't want the giant box of pads, I didn't want to be a woman. I just wanted to be plain old Sadie in 5th grade again. When she finally left me alone to sulk in my gloom I looked at the pictures on the outside of the giant box towering on my dresser. Finally, I would find out about the belts! ... but the picture didn't show them. "They must be inside", I thought so I opened it. There weren't any belts whatsoever! What??? The scariest part of being a new woman wasn't real at all. It was the 80's and Maxi pads didn't have belts anymore! I was so relieved.

I'm waiting for my period again to start the fertility stuff that was put on the back burner. I'm taking Medroxyprogesterone to make me start bleeding again after 6 months of no period. Starting to get crampy and I have a feeling that my lining is going to be rather thick when it debutes. If only my womanly problems were as simple as they were in the 80's. I want to be plain old Sadie from 5th grade again.

Hi Ho! Kermit the Frrrog here reporting to you from Sadie's world!

Ok... well... its been awhile since I've been on this blog in a sane and sober frame of mind! Not that I drink all the time... its just that my real sad feelings seep out after a night of Jack 'n Cokes (Alcohol IS a depressant afterall!) and my need to express them to someone other than the drunk at the end of the bar sends me to my blog.

A little insight as to what those last two entries were about: I had mentioned to my friend Mike that Ethan and I were going through fertility problems and that we started the journey of figuring that out. It was towards the end of the night when everyone started getting sleepy and started crashing on various couches. So during our conversation Mike kept saying how we would be wonderful parents, we deserved a kid, why are there shitty parents out there when awesome ones were childless...blah blah blah. Those statements annoy me sober and bring out my grumpy feelings... I'm sure you can imagine them magnified by the booze! Well, my happy drunk self quickly turned to the depressed one. I excused myself abrubtly and staggered into the computer room to write. ... My words couldn't come out clearly so I just typed a response to all his obvious statements! Then, of course, I balled my eyes out before going to bed. Hey, at least I wasn't drunk dialing an ex boyfriend!!! Haha!!

Well, a little update... I feel like Kermit the Frog reporting the news. "HI HO!"

Well, ok, it will have to be a big update since I haven't been on here in so long! Ummmm where to start???

No kid. Sorry to disappoint you. BUT this just in... a little lead in the adoption story.

I had made a Myspace page a few years ago and in my profile, I stated that we were a native american couple seeking to adopt a native child. I put all our interests and background info on there (omitting our names of course). I kind of forgot about it because I didn't get any friend requests in 3 years! A couple months ago I decided to check it out on a whim and found that this young girl requested to be-friend me. I was VERY intrigued.

A few generic messages were sent back and forth and then I finally had to ask her why she wanted to be-friend me. Apparently, this girl is native, pregnant, and can't take care of her child. She can't find anyone to take the baby but her friend happened to see my page! I admit, even though my senses were telling me to remain calm and in my seat, I really wanted to do Balki's 'Dance of Joy' from the TV show Perfect Strangers!!!

We chatted back and forth through Myspace messages. Let's call her Bree. I found out Bree was 16 and had big plans for her future. She said if she had a baby now she wouldn't be able pursue her dreams. She loved poetry, singing in her band, and reading. I showed my husband her pictures and we both agreed that she was an exceptionally beautiful girl. I mean, beautiful black eyes, lovely smile and pretty long hair. I looked at her hands and wondered if her child would have the same delicate fingers.
I let myself take a glimpse into the (possible) future and wondered what her baby would look like grown up. I pictured myself going to ceremonies and finally being one of the mothers bouncing and hushing a child gently while all the little girls surrounded him/her for a peek. I pictured him/her 5 years from now learning how to dance.

Then, without letting myself get too carried away, my mind shoved me back into the present and told me to be realistic! Who knows WHAT will happen!?! This girl could be joking for all we know! It could be some twisted attention seeking behavior. I decided to just take the time to get to know one another. No harm in doing that, right? She proved to be a rather intellegent girl with realistic goals for her future.

More pictures were sent, dreams were shared, family stories were relayed. She said her family liked my profile and that she thought we seemed very nice. She really liked the information I sent her about what kind of family we would be. I told her about my family and Ethan's. She liked the fact that we had big birthday parties every time someone's came up. Would we add a new birthday party to the list? Finally, a glimpse of sunrise! ...just a glimpse, but I'll take it.

So... that is the latest scoop.