Even though my husband and I live in “the Valley” (as in the one with silicon and VCs), we continue to trend towards hippiedom more than the corporate lifestyle. Sure we have our cozy vintage home and I drive a glorified grocery-getter, but we’re also home-birthing, urban-gardening, mostly vegan, less-is-more type of people.
See, here’s our crazy-ass garden.
As of late, I’ve been getting quite a few inquiries around the whole natural birth movement and on being vegan. Let me just set a few things straight.
Had I given birth in a hospital, as most women do in these here modern times, I would have most definitely demanded an epidural and would have more than likely had a cesarian section. My birth took FOREVER, and holy hell, it hurt. The entire time I was in what they call “active labor”, all I could do was weigh the option of getting to the hospital for drugs and if it was worth it. Would it hurt more in the car? How would I put a freaking seat belt on? Could I keep the tens unit on? Would I get there too late? Would my labor stop, or worse regress, just because I was suddenly in the hospital? Nevermind the whole “letting myself down” because this is what I had planned, blah, blah, blah. Child birth hurts. It is the most painful thing anyone will ever willingly deal with, yet it is also the most rewarding when you’ve done it — no matter HOW you get there. Just because I was able to take care of business in the comfort of my own basement (don’t worry, it’s “finished” as they say), does not mean that it would have been natural (and when I say natural, I mean without drugs) in the hospital. You can bet your sweet behind I would have wanted drugs like a recovering addict.
When I say “vegan,” what I really mean is that we eat vegan at home, unless I happen to head out for ice cream and bring back a cone because I was craving chocolate like mad. Or unless we hit up the local sushi place because we’re looking to get our monthly fix. And, you can put money on the fact that when I’m pregnant again I will be eating burgers without shame as that is likely what this body will be craving (and if it’s not, I’ll be really shocked).
To all the really passionate vegans: don’t hate us. We are mostly vegan because it makes our bodies feel amazing. But we also “cheat” once in a while because we’ve had a bad day, or we want to see our friends at our local sushi joint (and quite frankly, vegan sushi sucks and is a rip-off). Basically, we’re everything in moderation type of people. No, I didn’t do it for the animals, I did it because my general practitioner told me to watch Forks Over Knives and I was sold. Doing it for the animals came third, after doing it for my body and the planet.
Why not just be vegetarian, you ask? Well, turns out after giving this whole vegan thing a go, my husband, who thought he had asthma his entire life, is allergic to diary. So the dairy allergy has been making him uncomfortable and have respiratory issues his entire life. And quite frankly, I’ll take a healthy glow and clear skin over brie cheese any day of the week.
So chew on that.