The Work that Girls Do

girls, marriage

vsanthakumar's avatarEconomics in action

Let us start by considering boys first. A boy of eighteen years old (or younger) may encounter the following options: (a) get out of school/college and take up the work that is available to him; (b) continue education in the expectation of a better job in the future. (This expectation may become a reality depending on his ability to do well in studies and the availability of better jobs).

There are some additional choices for a girl, and these can create certain complications in her life. In addition to these two options, she can opt to become a mother and motherhood can change her work/education options. (A boy can become a father at 18 but that need not change his job options). The way motherhood affects a girl, depends on social conditions. It depends on private arrangements, and social/governmental support to take care of kids. I have seen girls in…

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MOTHERHOOD CHANGE’S

sharing experiences while giving tips

SheisYasmine's avatarA Writer’s Cafe

Greeting Readers,

Motherhood changes us as women in many ways, physically, mentally, and emotionally, people and friends we once surrounded ourselves with changes, also believe it or not you move up in the spiritual realm as well. Continue reading to learn some coping skills and tips on forward movement into this new and ever changing stage of womanhood.

Becoming a Mother is known to be one of the biggest and best jobs you’ll ever have in this lifetime. It’s hard and very much challenging. After having a baby your focus is completely on your baby and your healing. After the first birthday you should feel comfortable in your position and you should know your child pretty well by then.

THE BODY: The body goes through so much from pregnancy to actually giving birth. It is as if you have ran a marathon and you are completely burnt out. We often…

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To All Women in Tech*

thoughts, leadership

Josepha Haden Chomphosy's avatarShedding Light not heat

There are many “right ways” to be a woman in tech, and I hope that people have learned to welcome you with open arms. But at the same time, I worry that some women may not feel brave enough to ask if they are welcome.

I have something subversive to share with you.

I once felt that to be a woman in a male-dominated field (that’s just existing, not even excelling) you had to be as un-female as possible. I had this suspicion in the back of my mind that not allowing women to express themselves as women (but then also claiming them as part of your diverse workforce) — I had this suspicion that it was a lie.

Then I had two great chats with two great women, and I’m going to share their wisdom forever. And I’m writing it here so that you can, too.

  1. Helen 侯-Sandí and…

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A Very Un-ladylike Embryo Transfer

embryo transfer, FET, frozen embryo transfer, infertility, ivf, pcos

infertilitycopingj's avatarInfertility Coping

**this is an old post of mine that I drafted over the summer after my first FET. Figured I’d share it now. I did not post it in “real time” because I didn’t want to jynx anything. This was the FET that resulted in my 3rd miscarriage. I sounded so happy and optimistic below, sigh…***

When I first started blogging I told myself to try to stay away from my personal medical details, but once I got thrown into the realm of IVF I feel myself crossing the boundary between sharing and oversharing! Full disclosure, I get pretty blunt here- but not too graphic or anything. The purpose isn’t to scare you about transfers, but rather to provide some comic relief to this whole thing! Something where you can say, “glad that didn’t happen to me!”

Ok, so my transfer is a frozen embryo transfer. To prep my uterus for…

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Testing with Prince Valium

debrusso's avatarFor Fuck's Sake, Now I Have Cancer

Well, you would THINK having said prince would help while having my second breast MRI but sadly, not so much. I think it slightly relaxed me but I was still laying on that crazy table, wondering about how much I should breathe etc. Its a rotten, miserable test (see previously posted, detailed blog) and I hate it. The poor, poor nurses that have to have me in that machine. Im a cranky horrible patient whenever Im there bc it’s just so uncomfortable. But, whatever. I got find out some super news though. Evidently Ill have to have one of these once a year. I’m doubling up on the valium and Mary’s going to have to wheel me out of there next time.

After, we went to get breakfast and I had a delish omelette and much needed coffee. Mary L. was with me the whole time. I know Ive said…

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