Therapy. There is 'lie on a couch therapy' ...'go away to a lake therapy' ... retail therapy (my second fav) ... couples therapy ... group therapy, etc ...
My favouite therapy is a bunch of girlfriends sitting around gabbing for a few hours ... that is what I did tonight. Five women that all live on the same street ... all in committed relationships and all have kids ... all very different, yet all similar.
Kids, jobs, partners ... neighbourhood safety, sales on kids must-haves, potty-training ... it is all on the table!
We all tell our 'baby war stories' .. the delivery, the breastfeeding, the grumpy nurses and the scalpel happy doctors.
The numbers are flying ... we all interject ours ... 27 hours, 8 lbs 9 oz, 3 days, 3:40 AM, 4 hours, 7lbs 11oz, 2 1/2 hours, 54 lbs, 6 years, 35 minutes, 42 lbs ... these are the numbers that become our badges of honour! How long did we try to get pregnant? How long we were in labour? How much the baby weighed? How much weight we gained? What time the babe was born? How long we pushed for?
We complain about stretch marks, carpel tunnel syndrome and our asses!
We talk about bathing suits and someone offers to share the name of a store that makes a custom fit bathing suit ... we all dream ... more boobs, less boobs, more butt, less butt ... tuck in here, curves there ... smoooth here and eliminate there.
We talk about the guys ... the stuff they said, the stuff they didn't say ... the good, the bad and the ugly!
We are a version of Desperate Housewives without the love affairs, the dead bodies and sadly ... the hunky plumber! Our Wisteria Lane is not as exciting but we like it that way.
Our next therapy session will probably be more of the same -- and for that, we are all very grateful ... yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah.
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