Friday, November 30, 2007

Imagining birth...







In imagining birth, and searching for stealable images of what I have not yet done myself (and don't imagine I will be taking pictures of, and certainly not posting!) I sought squatting and traditional birthing positions. This controverial statue from 2005, you may have already seen. It was actually one of the best depictions of what I am reading the midwifes propose for birthing positions, and delightfully went along with this comment summing up the general response to it:

"WTF? Who has a baby on all fours??? I'm sorry this is just fucking ridiculous. A bear-skinned rug, a nude Britney-looking girl, clay, pro-life??? What about the fuckin bear!! I can read into art just fine, and how this represents pro-life or anything is beyond me. Worthless."

:-) To continue...
When it comes to this whole back and forth that I have done half-heartedly about whether or not to return to Tanzania, and when,
What I really am putting off here is visualizing where to birth.
When I picture myself giving birth,
I have pictured myself rolling around on the birthing ball, walking around, and ultimately, squatting down as I hold onto some cloth ropes that have been hung from the ceiling. Or a tree ☺ At first, I though I would just hold onto one, but as I further envisioned it, I realized that with two loops of the sheets, I can sling my arms through to help relax, and even loop my body or legs through.
So when I went to Pomona Hospital on the maternity tour, (the one where I had to stop myself from asking any more questions, in order to get out of that painfully quiet and boring tour, and to stop looking like the annoying question asking hippie) I noticed that there were no beams on the ceiling, and no realistic place to attach a rope. When I asked if we could have the baby NOT on the bed, NOT lying down, she said yes, but seemed annoyed and didn’t offer any alternatives, or anecdotes.
I know my jerry rigged birthing fantasies sound crazy, but sheesh. So does an institutionalized supine position that has been proven over and over to be more painful and less helpful in the opening up process of the cervix.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Department of Homeland Security

This dramatic image dates from a time of world war. A time when most Americans still understood that liberty, not security, is the source of opportunity, peace and prosperity. In today’s mad rush to hand over liberty in hopes of winning security, it is time for a reminder of America’s real strength and beauty.


When I look back on many aspects of this situation, one thing is for sure, I felt that whatever happened, things would work out, and we would all be, not just ok, but all the better for it.
I have laughed and cried a lot in the past couple of weeks.
Mostly I have cried.
The scariest part, I have started to cry alone.

Little by little, tidbits of information are being revealed. Little by little, I am becoming weakened.

Awhile back I thought about putting a poll on my blog.
To stay in the States or to go back to Tanzania to have my baby?

Then I dropped it.
Here I have health coverage of sorts. The US Department of Labor is covering my birth, (pregnancy in the Peace Corps was finally filed as a workers comp case.)
After that, I can sign onto Healthy Families, children's insurance for families below the poverty line, meaning the baby would have pediatric care until Tino gets here, and I can begin to work.
Until then, I use my time to clear my teaching credential, and get hired in September.
Even if he can't get here until then, I had reached a point emotionally where this was all part of our international struggle, and in the arms of family and friends, I would have a baby, nurse an infant, and try to be outdoors, active and happy as much as possible.

Splendid. In the meantime, I try to get over having taken so long to fruitlessly and fearfully investigate another means to get Tino here faster. The lawyer had said my best option was a fiancee visa, and it was impossible to say how long that would take.

So I processed it. I paid $455 to the Department of Homeland Security. A month passed with no check cashed, no news whatsoever. I began researching a student visa. Aha! It looks like it will be a cinch to get him accepted to the local Junior College, no he doesn't have to have his TOFEL after all, and with a little rearranging of parental bank accounts, we can make it look like there is plenty of money set aside for our Tanzanian friend Tino to come to the CA to stay with us and get a degree in nursing. No problem! The first year, at a JC, will simply be around $16,000. (!) I called the school and the DHS, and everyone said that he would probably be here before February. Great! Then I am thinking, I should cancel the fiancee visa petition, so that this case is tossed in the trash, I don't have to pay $455, and we don't present a conflicting story to our beloved protectors of Homeland Security.
Nope, the check was cashed the next day. But my case still rests with no accessibility to its status nor to those who will be deciding.
So, not only did I learn that, yes, I could have gotten him here faster and cheaper, and he would have been able to start school right away, but now that I am processing an immigrant visa and asked a bunch of questions, I am afraid to try my luck on a non immigrant visa. If I get caught processing both, that will be the end of... both.
Tino can come here quickly if he is a student and school is starting. DHS simply needs to be assured that he has financial support and that he will be going home once he is done (non immigrant.)
However, because our intention is marriage, we not only need to prove our love, but we need to prove financial stability again (here, not so easy, because I need to have an income, and signing up for welfare programs that leaches off the state, like Healthy Families is a mark against us.) One way to prove our dedication is to take a really really long time processing the visa. Sometimes, a premium processing time is allotted to those applicants who are in a life or death situation. Strangely, birth does not qualify here, not the fact that, were he to get here earlier, I could work earlier, and therefore, leach off the state less. Instead of a pro-family and economically more feasible solution to expedite his visa, they see that Tino would be coming here as another immigrant, possibly financially instable, and as we all know, we have got enough of THOSE here!

So, I am back to square one I suppose. Except the guy on the phone told me one YEAR is the likely processing time I am looking at.

Back to square one, but everyday, a little more defeated than yesterday. Now I know, once again, that I COULD have and SHOULD have done things differently, and that Tino might just be here far after my longest estimated time.

So today I cried as I served up the sweet potato gnocchi with pesto sauce tonight. I could barely stand all day I felt physically ill.
Luckily, I guess, I got a letter today as well that approved my pregnancy as a workers compensation case, and I get to make an other clinic appointment tomorrow.

If I hadn't heard that news, I probably would have been using this time to research plane tickets. LAX to DAR.


I still think I will stay, do what I can to take some classes I will eventually need for a clear credential. Try to stay happy and healthy, and have my baby here.
Six weeks after the birth, a passport will have been issued to my infant, and by seemingly by all my research, we will be ready to travel together. So if Tino is not here by then, I think that will be the best decision for us. To go.

Although, half of me wants to go now.

I am no more afraid to have my baby here than there.

I am just too defeated to have any real opinions on the matter anyway.
And I don't trust myself.

Thanksgiving



It was so much fun. I am very grateful. I mean, just look at these beautiful people.
My dad, Laurie, myself, Jennifer, Marshall and my mom.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Skypescraper

Skype, how fun. Allowing the family an opportunity to gather around a time delayed computer and listen to a conversation filled with delays in sentence formation and delays in comprehension. Yet, there is something exciting about the international connection with baby daddy, a handsome man who has my love and my endorsement but whom the parents’ve never met. Everyone put on your positive face and hold back in the name of civility! Lets go!
Ok I did. I had a go: 30 minutes into the conversation, my folks thought I had taken my face off in the other room to reveal a temperamental monster, an argumentative control freak. Not so 'civil.'
It’s true. I am a little emotional these days.

The distance and the unknown are driving me crazy.


Its true, I feel actually crazy right now.
Like I cannot turn off my mind and I cannot come to my senses. What does one do in this situation? Oh, there are many options.
Swimming in the cold Pacific Ocean- Was good, but surprisingly didn’t solve my situation. Talk to friends and family? Sometimes talking isn’t venting, it just makes me come up feeling exposed and incurable.
But, taking a passionate tone with Tino, now that felt good.
It is hard for me to take a sexy tone with him, I just wasn’t cut out for phone sex. Or maybe its just what I should try, but not with the folks in the next room, whispering about my tone.
So passion becomes a temper, drivenbyallthefrustrationofbeingaloneandfiguringoutpastpresentandfutureandtryingtodoitbyadeadline,andyouaresoinnocenttoallofit,anditjustmakesmewanttowringyourneck,and AAAAHHHH!
Release.
But mama said, and the Dalai Lama said, momentary satisfaction is not a good indicator of having done the right thing.
I used that Swahili tone that I promised myself, as I learned the language I would never use. It is the patronizing tone of a teacher to a student, or a government official to a peasant. It is a tone that you hear so often. It is a tone that I found myself using with my future husband, as I insisted that paying for Saidi to go boarding school was not something I considered logical.
I don’t want to set up a relationship that leads to me, LITTLE OLD ME, becoming a matriarchal controlling bitch.
Just to let you all know.
But Tino said, no problem, we love each other. He didn’t even notice that I was getting upset.
Is that a good match or a potential problem?
I guess everything can be characterized as such.

So my conversation gave me release, but not so much relief.

I still had the craziness.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Thursday, November 8, 2007

All the help you can get


Thanks to all of you,
I was feeling very silly and embarrassed, not only to be in this situation, but then to publish the depths of my desperation for all to see. Thanks for being positive supporters rather than shocked pity people.

If you all don’t mind, I just wanted to paste up a couple of my favorite responses. But I didn’t get official permission for this midnight whim, so again, sorry if I am braking internet etiquette.

ÿ Since you're into being an exhibitionist these days, you could get someone to Live-Cam the delivery and he could go to an Internet cafe and... maybe you already thought of that. :)

ÿ 5 minutes on your blog and i know two times as much more about you, your ideas and your dreams. it was about time. i'll comment a lot i guess.
(-from an ex lover I have known for fifteen years.)

ÿ 1)ACCEPT ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GET w/o any guilt or worrying about "paying people back" (that was a big lesson I've learned this year). Anyone, especially family, who wants to offer you help and hospitality does it because they love you, and won't need anything in return (you can double-check that from the get-go to make sure there's not funky unsaid expectation). There are times when we are able to give, and other times when we are most able to receive. Both times are important and deserve their glory.

ÿ keep your awesome attitude up, you gave me some grins today.

You are a wonderful writer. I read the whole blog…Your posting on male circumcision was thought-provoking. I still not sure I understand why AIDS is a raging epidemic in Africa, but not in the US…
(this article was linked:http://discovermagazine.com/2004/feb/why-aids-worse-in-africa)

YEAH!!! Thanks for challenging me on the circumcision/PEPFAR issue. (With different risk factors in the states, and a different parenting culture my child will ENDURE, I have not thought that considering circumcision is an issue…if I have a son. But maybe someone has other ideas I should evaluate. Maybe I should just focus on more pressing issues, like an income. Anyway, in an exercise my Italian friend calls a Sega Mentale (mental masturbation) I attach here some more research, perspectives, and responses to the pro circumcision outfit.

All the following italics are excerpts from the article link above.

MALE CIRCUMCISION AND HIV
For years researchers have puzzled over why most West African countries have lower HIV-infection rates than southern and East African countries. They thought it might have something to do with the Muslim religion, widely practiced in West Africa, which imposes restrictions on women’s sexual freedom. However, another likely factor is male circumcision, which is ritually practiced by Muslims and many others.
Several studies suggest that male circumcision protects both men and their sexual partners from HIV infection. This is not true of female circumcision, or female genital mutilation, which is extremely dangerous. In African countries where male circumcision is common, such as Senegal, Mali, Ghana, Benin, and the entire region of North Africa, HIV rates tend to be much lower than in countries such as Botswana, Malawi, and Swaziland. In countries with high rates of HIV, provinces and districts that have high rates of circumcision, such as Inhambane in Mozambique or Dar es Salaam in Tanzania, tend to have lower HIV rates. Two African tribes with very high HIV-infection rates are the Zulu of South Africa and the Tswana of Botswana. Before colonial times, men in both tribes underwent circumcision rituals during adolescence. But when King Shaka united the Zulu tribe in the 1820s, he abolished the ritual, and when Christian missionaries settled in with the Tswana in the late 19th century, they declared circumcision a barbaric practice.
Circumcision removes mucosal tissue and cell types in the foreskin that contain special “receptors” for HIV. Some estimates suggest that circumcision may cut a man’s risk of contracting HIV by 70 percent. If true, this would mean that male circumcision may prove more effective than any of the HIV vaccines undergoing clinical trials. It would also be much cheaper, carry few side effects, and require no booster shots. Randomized, controlled trials of circumcision for HIV prevention are under way in South Africa, Kenya, and Uganda, and the results should be known within three years. —H. E.


So snip it! This is my immediate reaction. 70% risk reduction, cheaper, few side effects and require no booster shots! Lets do what we can!!
Although condoms are 90% risk reduction (10% being lost to human error) it is hard to get folks to actually USE the condoms, and so the investment in circumcision, if estimated risk reduction is actually 70%, makes sense.
But guess what, I agree with Bush that the focus should be on reducing the number of partners.
Oh how shocking to say!!
I am so conservative! In the name of women’s rights, and better economics, this approach does more than to simply focus on barrier methods (circumcision being counted as such here because removal of the extra mucosal membrane creates a barrier of more resistant skin.)
I don’t mean to say that I am opposed to male circumcision as a preventative action for HIV infection.
What I unfortunately can’t find online (but surely it is out there) is an analysis of the cost difference between PEPFAR’s funding for condom use is vs. funding for circumcision education and procedures.
The issue is that family planning…that’s so politically correct, I mean WOMEN’S health clinics are not getting funding because the clinic chooses to serve (the) prostitutes (that the men are visiting.)

And check out these words in that article:
Half the Thai men in Morris’s survey (an epidemiologist trying to figure out the right mathematical equation to explain the reality of the AIDS epidemic.) said that they had sex with prostitutes but rarely the same one twice. On average they saw five prostitutes each year. Although many Thai prostitutes are HIV-positive, the men’s risk of infection was relatively low because Thai men generally had sex with each one only once. (Oh is THAT why? My, how oversimplified)
The likelihood of contracting the virus during a single sexual act is believed to be quite low, between 1 in 100 and 1 in 1,000. (Notice-no differentiation between m/f) So if an HIV-positive man has sex once with hundreds of different uninfected people, chances are he will infect only one of them. (Leading to this faulty reasoning.)
Anti-AIDS campaigns warn against contact with prostitutes, but Morris says simultaneous long-term relationships are far more dangerous.
I am all for facts above morals, but I don’t believe what is being presented here is hard facts.
What is being presented is a faulty reasoning. Thai men generally had sex with many prostitutes only once. His rate of GETTING infected does not relate to his rate of INFECTING OTHERS, because of the biological differences between male/female genitalia. (as you mentioned)
What is being concluded is that sex with prostitutes isn’t necessarily dangerous, it is long term relationships that are.
Again, we are investigating and talking about this backwards. In the name of HIV prevention, we are giving men yet another tool to control sex. They have Choice, Condoms, and Circumcision. While women are still the ones more likely to engage in a long term simultaneous sexual relationship in order to keep her family fed, because the man is out using these tools, and his larger income, with the expert endorsed low-risk prostitutes, who they themselves are receiving no US funded intervention. Wow. While women, in my experience, are the ones to go to the health clinics where the education programs are, or the ones willing to organize themselves and learn about community health when there is no profit motive other than…Health. The men have the tools, but are not the ones who are receiving training on the dangers of promiscuous behavior, the importance of communication and partnership in marriage, etc. (Another project that I was proud to have attempted in PC, and worked with Tino on) They get these billboard messages, and then get free condoms, free circumcision, cheap women, and control in the bedroom at home.
Little about this AIDS epidemic has really changed anything in development. Wheels are spinning to find the most effective solution, when of course it is a blend of all that we can do. Like development, HIV/AIDS prevention is still fundamentally about creating equal rights and economic opportunities. Yet, this time around, what if our financial focus was to create dialogue and counseling groups for men for behavior change? Funding another tool like circumcision, which puts them more biologically in advantageous has its pros and cons.

Here are some more fun tid bits:

Some estimates suggest that a person who has been recently infected with HIV may be as much as 100 times more likely to transmit the virus to a partner than someone who has been infected for a long time. African-style simultaneous long-term relationships may therefore be even riskier than Morris’s models assume. If one member of a Ugandan sexual network becomes HIV-positive, the virus will spread very quickly to all other members of the network in a very short time.


Actually, this seems to prove to me why the Thai model of multiple partners in a prostitution network is more at risk, yet the infections rates are so low.

One thing that was not mentioned in this article on why infection rate was so high in Africa comparatively was the lack of health services, including testing, and the lack of hope get tested and to make a plan to live HIV-free.


The following bar interview was spot-on with what I found in TZ about male perspective on female loyalty:

I asked him how many girlfriends he had, and he told me he had three, one real girlfriend and two secret girlfriends. He had been seeing all three for at least two years. He used condoms with the secret girlfriends but not with the real one. How many secret boyfriends do those secret girlfriends have? I asked. He said he didn’t know, but you can never trust women, and that’s why he used condoms. And the real girlfriend? “As I said, you never know with women, but if she has other partners, I hope she uses condoms with them.”
Several other men I met had similar sexual arrangements. Most women I spoke to denied that they had partners other than their husbands or fiancés, but the men frankly assumed that women conducted their affairs much as they themselves did.

Meanwhile, a woman may draw on more than one man to help pay her family’s bills.

It is a twisted relationship between fear of betrayal, and fear of scarcity, leading to betrayal and scarcity.
And the most devastating truth across Sub-Saharan Africa…
Girls are particularly vulnerable. Roughly equal numbers of men and women in Botswana are HIV-positive, but the HIV rate is much higher among teenage girls than among teenage boys, although boys and girls become sexually active at roughly the same age. A study in 2001 found that 20 percent of girls in one region of Botswana had been asked by their teachers to have sex; half said they accepted, fearing lower grades if they said no.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Rose tinted shades...


Jason Horn, of dentaldingrepair. Globe trotting surfer dentist comedian.
These guys look too cool. You on the other hand Jason, look like you have a secret plan for pulling their teeth out.
My my.

Jason went to Tanzania in 2004, a year before I went, with a volunteer group of dentists who did great work in two weeks. He came back suprised at the two years and general inefficiency of Peace Corps. That and that the office is full security, unmarked, with all cars going through bomb inspection upon entry.
If we weren't a bunch of pothead spies, that might be overboard.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

How to write about Africa

By, Binyavanga Wainaina

Some tips: sunsets and starvation are good



Always use the word 'Africa' or 'Darkness' or 'Safari' in your title. Subtitles may include the words 'Zanzibar', 'Masai', 'Zulu', 'Zambezi', 'Congo', 'Nile', 'Big', 'Sky', 'Shadow', 'Drum', 'Sun' or 'Bygone'. Also useful are words such as 'Guerrillas', 'Timeless', 'Primordial' and 'Tribal'. Note that 'People' means Africans who are not black, while 'The People' means black Africans.

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel Prize. An AK-47, prominent ribs, naked breasts: use these. If you must include an African, make sure you get one in Masai or Zulu or Dogon dress.

In your text, treat Africa as if it were one country. It is hot and dusty with rolling grasslands and huge herds of animals and tall, thin people who are starving. Or it is hot and steamy with very short people who eat primates. Don't get bogged down with precise descriptions. Africa is big: fifty-four countries, 900 million people who are too busy starving and dying and warring and emigrating to read your book. The continent is full of deserts, jungles, highlands, savannahs and many other things, but your reader doesn't care about all that, so keep your descriptions romantic and evocative and unparticular.

Make sure you show how Africans have music and rhythm deep in their souls, and eat things no other humans eat. Do not mention rice and beef and wheat; monkey-brain is an African's cuisine of choice, along with goat, snake, worms and grubs and all manner of game meat. Make sure you show that you are able to eat such food without flinching, and describe how you learn to enjoy it—because you care.

Taboo subjects: ordinary domestic scenes, love between Africans (unless a death is involved), references to African writers or intellectuals, mention of school-going children who are not suffering from yaws or Ebola fever or female genital mutilation.

Throughout the book, adopt a sotto voice, in conspiracy with the reader, and a sad I-expected-so-much tone. Establish early on that your liberalism is impeccable, and mention near the beginning how much you love Africa, how you fell in love with the place and can't live without her. Africa is the only continent you can love—take advantage of this. If you are a man, thrust yourself into her warm virgin forests. If you are a woman, treat Africa as a man who wears a bush jacket and disappears off into the sunset. Africa is to be pitied, worshipped or dominated. Whichever angle you take, be sure to leave the strong impression that without your intervention and your important book, Africa is doomed.

Your African characters may include naked warriors, loyal servants, diviners and seers, ancient wise men living in hermitic splendour. Or corrupt politicians, inept polygamous travel-guides, and prostitutes you have slept with. The Loyal Servant always behaves like a seven-year-old and needs a firm hand; he is scared of snakes, good with children, and always involving you in his complex domestic dramas. The Ancient Wise Man always comes from a noble tribe (not the money-grubbing tribes like the Gikuyu, the Igbo or the Shona). He has rheumy eyes and is close to the Earth. The Modern African is a fat man who steals and works in the visa office, refusing to give work permits to qualified Westerners who really care about Africa. He is an enemy of development, always using his government job to make it difficult for pragmatic and good-hearted expats to set up NGOs or Legal Conservation Areas. Or he is an Oxford-educated intellectual turned serial-killing politician in a Savile Row suit. He is a cannibal who likes Cristal champagne, and his mother is a rich witch-doctor who really runs the country.

Among your characters you must always include The Starving African, who wanders the refugee camp nearly naked, and waits for the benevolence of the West. Her children have flies on their eyelids and pot bellies, and her breasts are flat and empty. She must look utterly helpless. She can have no past, no history; such diversions ruin the dramatic moment. Moans are good. She must never say anything about herself in the dialogue except to speak of her (unspeakable) suffering. Also be sure to include a warm and motherly woman who has a rolling laugh and who is concerned for your well-being. Just call her Mama. Her children are all delinquent. These characters should buzz around your main hero, making him look good. Your hero can teach them, bathe them, feed them; he carries lots of babies and has seen Death. Your hero is you (if reportage), or a beautiful, tragic international celebrity/aristocrat who now cares for animals (if fiction).

Bad Western characters may include children of Tory cabinet ministers, Afrikaners, employees of the World Bank. When talking about exploitation by foreigners mention the Chinese and Indian traders. Blame the West for Africa's situation. But do not be too specific.

Broad brushstrokes throughout are good. Avoid having the African characters laugh, or struggle to educate their kids, or just make do in mundane circumstances. Have them illuminate something about Europe or America in Africa. African characters should be colourful, exotic, larger than life—but empty inside, with no dialogue, no conflicts or resolutions in their stories, no depth or quirks to confuse the cause.

Describe, in detail, naked breasts (young, old, conservative, recently raped, big, small) or mutilated genitals, or enhanced genitals. Or any kind of genitals. And dead bodies. Or, better, naked dead bodies. And especially rotting naked dead bodies. Remember, any work you submit in which people look filthy and miserable will be referred to as the 'real Africa', and you want that on your dust jacket. Do not feel queasy about this: you are trying to help them to get aid from the West. The biggest taboo in writing about Africa is to describe or show dead or suffering white people.

Animals, on the other hand, must be treated as well rounded, complex characters. They speak (or grunt while tossing their manes proudly) and have names, ambitions and desires. They also have family values: see how lions teach their children? Elephants are caring, and are good feminists or dignified patriarchs. So are gorillas. Never, ever say anything negative about an elephant or a gorilla. Elephants may attack people's property, destroy their crops, and even kill them. Always take the side of the elephant. Big cats have public-school accents. Hyenas are fair game and have vaguely Middle Eastern accents. Any short Africans who live in the jungle or desert may be portrayed with good humour (unless they are in conflict with an elephant or chimpanzee or gorilla, in which case they are pure evil).

After celebrity activists and aid workers, conservationists are Africa's most important people. Do not offend them. You need them to invite you to their 30,000-acre game ranch or 'conservation area', and this is the only way you will get to interview the celebrity activist. Often a book cover with a heroic-looking conservationist on it works magic for sales. Anybody white, tanned and wearing khaki who once had a pet antelope or a farm is a conservationist, one who is preserving Africa's rich heritage. When interviewing him or her, do not ask how much funding they have; do not ask how much money they make off their game. Never ask how much they pay their employees.

Readers will be put off if you don't mention the light in Africa. And sunsets, the African sunset is a must. It is always big and red. There is always a big sky. Wide empty spaces and game are critical—Africa is the Land of Wide Empty Spaces. When writing about the plight of flora and fauna, make sure you mention that Africa is overpopulated. When your main character is in a desert or jungle living with indigenous peoples (anybody short) it is okay to mention that Africa has been severely depopulated by Aids and War (use caps).

You'll also need a nightclub called Tropicana, where mercenaries, evil nouveau riche Africans and prostitutes and guerrillas and expats hang out.

Always end your book with Nelson Mandela saying something about rainbows or renaissances. Because you care.

(and props to my amazing dada Diana for sending me this funny example of why I started blogging AFTER I returned from Africa.)
Diana supplied Quote:
--
"Africa has always had things that other people wanted,
thought that they couldn't live without,
and didn't want to pay for."
-John Henrik Clarke-

No problem!!!


Gorgeous photo props to Eric Peterson, RPCV TZ

Here is my situation:
1.) I am broke. No, in debt.
2.) I am unemployed.
3.) I am single
4.) I am pregnant.
5.) I have no health insurance.

Today, I spent $455.00 on a fiancee visa, $75.00 to get fingerprinted (in hopes of resolving the unemployment catch), $400.00 to get my car fixed (didn't start on my way out to job hunt yesterday), and paid off a $635.00 phone bill.

Do I sound like white trash? Sure, ok, whatever. All this goes on top of an incomeless bank account of zero, and a loan repayment of nearly $5,000.00.

As Borat would say, Welcome back to the US and A!
Ah, the good old days in Africa, where at $200.00, I was livin' large and supporting three, and traveling, and giving gifts. (I was the wealthy one. How can you not take your grandpa to the hospital, pay $5 for a family's health insurance for a year, and here and there for meds or whatever.

Truth be told, I am not complaining here.

There couldn't be many in the state of California who would envy that list. (Though, sadly some might...)

Again, I say all of this with a laugh. It is the truth! And to enter it in on the internet is certainly not a way to get dates or make friends. I did google a similar string of words however in a quest to find health care, and I found some great websites and services. But they were all in the UK. HAHA! And I still haven't seen SICKO, but I should let Micheal Moore know that one.


I suppose I am writing this because I want to log my real situation. That was part of my day.
I log it, because in some way, I want to convey the feeling that I have right now amidst all this: gratitude, optimism, enthusiasm, excitement, joy!, and just the smallest, occasional creeping in of the Doubt.
That doubt, however, I have become stronger and stronger at recognizing and stronger at quickly removing.

Still, I analyze a million situations. In 48 hours I have
1.) Considered moving back to Tanzania (buying the plane ticket with a credit card) marrying Tino, living with him, and allowing him to take care of me and the baby until papers are in order and we can return home together. Downside, I just don't know how I would pay that credit card back while I was there...

2.) Considered going anywhere outside of the US to have the baby. Didn't really think that one through.

3.) Going back to school and taking out a loan so that I can spend less time away once the baby is born, yet live off loans and get some studying accomplished.

4.) Work now and live off a credit card once the baby is born, until Tino makes it out here, or I get a job in September.

5.) Find a really cheap source of childcare and work as soon as possible and as much as possible, with 6 weeks of post natal bonding.

The final option really blows, but the last two are heading toward the finish line, and I am rooting for living off a credit card and breastfeeding and cooing as much as possible.
I mean really, I will be spending nearly as much as I am making on childcare, and at this point, feel very emotional about leaving the baby with someone (who?!!) at seven weeks of age.
Of course, there is health insurance to think about and well,

Maybe it is time to apply for another credit card...

I know, it sounds scary!
But I am convinced that when Tino gets here, (and who knows when that will be, a secret compartment in me is still harboring the hope that he will make it before the birth... but judging from average processing times, it doesn't look like it.) I will be able to work full time as a teacher and have benefits for the whole family and pay off debts, and ultimately, start paying rent, and putting him through school.
Thats right, paying rent.
Remember the grateful part of my rant? I am grateful to my mom for a rent free place to live, indefinately, with my husband and child. This may sound even more white trash than my debt to you, but I am a big fan of the family reuniting, and although I regret the fact that at 31, it is not MY house that I am providing for my mother, rather than the other way around, the relationships are really the most important part, and in my optimism, I tell myself that someday while we are all still healthy and young(ish), I will provide for her.
I am also grateful to my father. Thanks for the mini van dad! The ultimate family roadster.

Another thing, back to the job, and this is one thing that I would like to spread to the Peace Corps world... I am grateful that my Peace Corps service may apply for a Preliminary Credential. This means that I can teach in California based on my training and experience in Africa rather than going through a University credentialing program. Sure, I still must prove myself with CSET exams and whatnot, but this is a huge gift and I am grateful to whomever lobbied for this little deal.
I simply wish I had known about it in the Peace Corps. This could have affected my focus in my service, and how I drafted my final Close of Service (the official PC 'resume' that 'proves' the work you have done.) I could have started looking online and turned in forms months ago in order to process this credential.

Yet again, information that could have been more useful MONTHS ago. The theme of my days. Anyway, the wheels are in motion, things are happening, the cards will fall where they may, but nothing is permanent. Not even the negative thought patterns that we allow to dominate our minds and cement into our bodies, although, this is the biggest problem, no CHALLENGE, that an individual can face.

In my sincere belief.

Forget about debt. It's all in the mind.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Some photos






Note:
1.) Tino and I
2.) Tino and Saidi and boys swimming at river with homemade floatation device. (hehe)
3.) Sonogram at 4 mos.
4.) Zebra! ;-0
5.) Besti Erin and I. Contrary to misguided belief, Erin is in fact a NATURAL blonde, thank you very much, and is NOT pregnant. But we got some cute bellies, eh?