Thursday, October 09, 2008
Pam Fiction: Pregnant Women
Okay, so I know I'm not the smartest girl who ever walked the Earth. I mean, if I couldn't figure that out in school, then maybe I am too stupid to live, like those rich bitches used to say I was.
But I'm not. Know how I know that? It's because I know something that a bunch of smarties at some university back East had to study for years to figure out. I'm a health professional. Them, they're eggheads. That's how I got to know this so much faster.
Pregnant women who exercise have less depression.
Like I didn't know that? Hello?
I can totally see it on the faces of my pregger students. How they walk in all achy and complaining and maybe sorry they've done this to themselves but of course they can't admit that. I watch them careful 'cause, you know, they're pregnant and all. As class goes on, those aches go away. Their bodies gear up and get in the groove. I see their faces relax. Their hunched shoulders drop. They smile. By the time they leave, it's all good and being pregnant is the best thing in the world.
It's simple. Exercise makes you feel good. It makes you feel like your body's under your control. I've never been pregnant but my students say that sometimes, their body feels out of control. That it's doing all these things and they can't stop it and they can barely watch because some of it's ugly. Their body knows what to do and it goes and does it and the heck with what their brain wants!
This is why I do what I do. I never feel as good or as alive or as sexy or anything as I do after I've worked out. I don't feel dumb when it's me up there leading the class. I'm not dumb when they come to me and ask why something hurts.
And I'm sure not dumb when I know that exercise makes pregnant women less depressed.
Now if only Mitchell Voss would see how not dumb I am. And that I'm only with Trevor until Mitchell notices. I mean, how much closer does a girl have to get? Hello? I'm right here with your best friend, buddy! Open your eyes. I'm waiting.
With Yom Kippur ending, pregnancy and kids are on my mind (see this post for why) and ... well, I felt like it.
If you'd like more of Pam, click here.
But I'm not. Know how I know that? It's because I know something that a bunch of smarties at some university back East had to study for years to figure out. I'm a health professional. Them, they're eggheads. That's how I got to know this so much faster.
Pregnant women who exercise have less depression.
Like I didn't know that? Hello?
I can totally see it on the faces of my pregger students. How they walk in all achy and complaining and maybe sorry they've done this to themselves but of course they can't admit that. I watch them careful 'cause, you know, they're pregnant and all. As class goes on, those aches go away. Their bodies gear up and get in the groove. I see their faces relax. Their hunched shoulders drop. They smile. By the time they leave, it's all good and being pregnant is the best thing in the world.
It's simple. Exercise makes you feel good. It makes you feel like your body's under your control. I've never been pregnant but my students say that sometimes, their body feels out of control. That it's doing all these things and they can't stop it and they can barely watch because some of it's ugly. Their body knows what to do and it goes and does it and the heck with what their brain wants!
This is why I do what I do. I never feel as good or as alive or as sexy or anything as I do after I've worked out. I don't feel dumb when it's me up there leading the class. I'm not dumb when they come to me and ask why something hurts.
And I'm sure not dumb when I know that exercise makes pregnant women less depressed.
Now if only Mitchell Voss would see how not dumb I am. And that I'm only with Trevor until Mitchell notices. I mean, how much closer does a girl have to get? Hello? I'm right here with your best friend, buddy! Open your eyes. I'm waiting.
With Yom Kippur ending, pregnancy and kids are on my mind (see this post for why) and ... well, I felt like it.
If you'd like more of Pam, click here.
Labels: creative writing, fiction, Pam
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Hi Susan! I'm back! I finally got a router and got my wireless internet up and running. :)
Cool outtake.
Have a great weekend.
Cool outtake.
Have a great weekend.
Woah, this one through me for a moment. I was trying to figure out what a pregnant excersize class could possibly have to do with Trevor... But I don't think that sort of thing ever works, dating the friend to get to the man...
Happy Friday!! :)
Happy Friday!! :)
Hey, it's Pam! Coolness! I like Pam. Not as much as Roadie Poet, but still. So when is she going to figure out she's messed up?
# posted by 
: October 10, 2008 1:49 PM
: October 10, 2008 1:49 PM
Fun outtake! :) Pam's got it right about the benefits of exercise.
Re: Mitchell, though, Pam wouldn't stand a chance against Kerri. ;)
Re: Mitchell, though, Pam wouldn't stand a chance against Kerri. ;)
Pssst... I nominated you heehee! Check it out! I Love Your Blog! I'm prolly not the only one, but you can never have too much love, right?
I really like this, Susan. I like the way you "show" your character through her narration. I have a clear picture in my head of who this person is and what she looks like.
Your touch is sure, but deft -- I especially like the way you make your character sympathetic without hitting us over the head with it.
Very nicely done.
:)
PS...this could be a stand-alone piece as it. I wonder if you've thought of subbing it out.
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Your touch is sure, but deft -- I especially like the way you make your character sympathetic without hitting us over the head with it.
Very nicely done.
:)
PS...this could be a stand-alone piece as it. I wonder if you've thought of subbing it out.
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