Y’all. I’m beat. I’m 37 weeks pregnant and I’m basically a very large human incubator. My mental processes have slowed to the point where all I can manage is the thought it takes to find the nearest air conditioning vent so I can park my giant ass next to it in a futile attempt to cool down. The word that best describes me is “torpid”. I have nothing. No energy. No analytic skills. No snark.
To give you an example of how desperate the situation is, I read this article the other day about how crisis pregnancy centers get tax dollars from seven states and sometimes even the federal government even though they’re all basically religious organizations and hire only Christians to work there. Usually this kind of thing sends me into a pea-soup spitting rage attack but this time? Well, this blurb from my Babble post on the subject was as worked up as I could get:
I don’t dispute the rights of crisis pregnancy centers to practice their trade, though I do wish they’d be more transparent in their function, which is more pastoral than medical. There is no reason that religious counseling for women who are so inclined should be disallowed or even criticized. However, it should not be confused with legitimate medical care provided at a health-based clinic by licensed medical staff. But as a support source for women who choose it, it’s a nice option. I do take issue with religious groups of any kind receiving federal or state dollars to practice religious discrimination in hiring acting as official representatives of state policy in the case of states that require counseling. Moreover, I don’t like the idea of taxpayers of all faiths funding organizations that hire only people of one particular faith.
I know. Not one f-bomb. Though, Babble is not really an f-bomb-friendly venue what with it being a Disney company and all. But the point is, I could not locate any vitriol about a situation in which we, the tax-payers, are footing the bill for basically placing missionaries in women’s vaginas.
All of this is a long way of getting to my larger point (and promoting a Babble post, if we’re being honest), which is that I’m going on maternity leave from blogging here starting at the end of this week. I’ll be continuing to post at Babble until the end of the month and I’m queuing up some goodies to run at The DC Moms and the Broad Side this week or next but other than that, I’m shutting down the works for all of July. In August, I’ll start contributing to Babble’s Baby’s First Year blog and I plan to pick up where I left off on all my other projects, including this blog, at that point too. Maybe by then my reaction to election coverage won’t be “Stick your poll numbers up your ass and come talk to me in the fall.” and I can provide some mildly entertaining commentary on the process. But until then, I need a break. If you need me, I’ll be in front of the air conditioning vent.