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It was a hot summer and there was ice cream almost every day, but that may have been more about my general love of ice cream than about specific pregnancy cravings. I wanted to chew on cigarette butts. I never did it, thank God, but I really wanted to. Apparently, I had a form of pica that stems from iron deficiency.

I opted for crunching on ice chips, which was much safer and less disgusting. Cups, Pieces, pie, icing, right out of the jar I swear my son loves peanut butter so much because he had it in the womb pretty much every day.

I just wanted to chomp on crushed ice. I later found out that can be a sign of anemia—and then found out I was quite anemic. I wanted them saucy and spicy, and I wanted to eat them with my bare hands. Actually, now that I think about it, my son does love chicken wings now so clearly, it had an effect on him! I really wanted a margarita , but obviously, that was impossible, so I mostly stuck with sour gummy worms. Also, lots of queso and guacamole.

Maybe my body was telling me to get more protein? Who knows. The heart wants what the heart wants. However, there was a two-week stretch in my first tri where I ate cantaloupe like it was going out of style, likely because I needed the vitamin C and this is a fruit I don't often gravitate towards. In the third trimester, I wanted to drink milk, not something I do much as an adult, and this made sense since the third trimester is when the baby's bones are heavily mineralizing.

Spaghetti Bolognese with a side of meatballs , In-N-Out burgers every day —my office was across the street and the nice people behind the counter knew my order and, maybe the strangest of all, vanilla ice cream with beef jerky bits on top on a day I was desperate and that was the only meat I had around! Anytime we discussed lunch or dinner options, Taco Bell was always the first thing I thought of. Sometime during the second trimester, we devoted an entire drawer in the kitchen to Fire Sauce packets just so we'd always have it on hand.

Taco Bell got me through the pregnancy. Just kidding…sorta. I also had to have a mini tortilla with American cheese before I went to bed every night. Which, by the way, helped so much with nausea. Three whole watermelons a week. On the weekends, I would drag him to the farmers market to carry them for me.

Everything else made me nauseous. And I ate a whole package of nitrate-free bacon in my first trimester in one sitting. I lived off of mixed berries, scrambled eggs and chocolate. All I wanted though was an Italian sub, a beer and a bagel with nova for nine months.

I ate Italian subs for a full week after giving birth. As in, I would actually quarter the lemons and bite into them like they were orange slices. The tartness didn't bother me much at the time and it became part of my breakfast routine before work: A grapefruit followed by lemon slices. The irony is that my now month-old won't try either.

So, how does thinking someone is announcing their pregnancy raise awareness of breast cancer…? A better—and more useful—status update would be to remind everyone to either donate to a charity or remind them to self-check. Getting the guys interested enough to start googling about it.

No one post those kind of statuses, because of the fact that they're annoying. Aware of what? The breast cancer exists? Are you hoping that this will somehow raise money for cancer research? When I read from 3 different ppl their status on FB, I went searching online what does it mean and found out about the cancer. I guess your pretty dumb not to figure out what these ppl anr trying to say. Actually you are the one who lacks intelligence.

Everyone knows about breast cancer. Even guys. You just proved exactly why the whole fucking thing is pointless….

Game, set, match. It goes both ways. A proper awareness campaign should include men, as they are also affected by breast cancer. In fact, a real awareness raiser would be to remind men that they can also get breast cancer too. Again calm down. You really pulled one over on us guys. That is completely daft and there is no way that actually does anything constructive except just spread the daftness…. I HATED going, but I went because I knew it was important, because of these kind of promotions that are seemingly trivial, but women band together to support each other… And who knows, it may be chain letter kind of antics, who cares, I see my friends who do it and we have comraderie as an outcome.

What are your thoughts now, is it still stupid? This is by far the dumbest comment. Get over yourselves. No good change can come while making jokes about the sensitive subject of pregnancy. Every year, 3. If people are meant to get pregnant, they will be. You trying to relate still births to this quirky game is insolent and insensitive of you. How do you think it makes a cancer survivor, who has lost their ability to have children due to the chemo, feel when all of her friends put up posts implying that they are pregnant.

THAT is what is insensitive. Another case of thinking any publicity is good publicity. I am aware. Aware that this is stupid. Way to malign a good cause with your silliness. But the pettiness in the post was pretty entertaining though. This is why men were not suppose to know. I agree with Rodney. The email sent above seems so much more focused on confusing men than it does raising awareness. It seems childish to me. Do we really think men are not capable of googling what the statuses are about?

That is all I had to do to find this site. There are so many more productive ways of raising awareness than putting up sneaky statuses on facebook that we think only women understand. My mother is a breast cancer survivor and finds these facebook statuses very offensive.

This must be for breast cancer awareness! Her computer was on too, its glow permeating the empty space. Certainly she received much more attention in death than she did in the final years of her life. With no children, no religious group, and no immediate social circle of any kind, she had begun, as an elderly woman, to look elsewhere for companionship.

In the months before her grotesque death, Vickers had made calls not to friends or family but to distant fans who had found her through fan conventions and Internet sites. We are living in an isolation that would have been unimaginable to our ancestors, and yet we have never been more accessible.

Over the past three decades, technology has delivered to us a world in which we need not be out of contact for a fraction of a moment. Yet within this world of instant and absolute communication, unbounded by limits of time or space, we suffer from unprecedented alienation.

We have never been more detached from one another, or lonelier. In a world consumed by ever more novel modes of socializing, we have less and less actual society. We live in an accelerating contradiction: the more connected we become, the lonelier we are. We were promised a global village; instead we inhabit the drab cul-de-sacs and endless freeways of a vast suburb of information. In the last three months of , users generated an average of 2. On whatever scale you care to judge Facebook—as a company, as a culture, as a country—it is vast beyond imagination.

Despite its immense popularity, or more likely because of it, Facebook has, from the beginning, been under something of a cloud of suspicion. But it felt true. It felt true to Facebook, if not to Zuckerberg. We have all been in that scene: transfixed by the glare of a screen, hungering for response. Americans are more solitary than ever before. In , less than 10 percent of American households contained only one person.

By , nearly 27 percent of households had just one person. Solitary living does not guarantee a life of unhappiness, of course. And loneliness makes us miserable. We know intuitively that loneliness and being alone are not the same thing. Solitude can be lovely. Crowded parties can be agony. We also know, thanks to a growing body of research on the topic, that loneliness is not a matter of external conditions; it is a psychological state.

A analysis of data from a longitudinal study of Dutch twins showed that the tendency toward loneliness has roughly the same genetic component as other psychological problems such as neuroticism or anxiety. Still, loneliness is slippery, a difficult state to define or diagnose. A AARP survey found that 35 percent of adults older than 45 were chronically lonely, as opposed to 20 percent of a similar group only a decade earlier.

According to a major study by a leading scholar of the subject, roughly 20 percent of Americans—about 60 million people—are unhappy with their lives because of loneliness. Across the Western world, physicians and nurses have begun to speak openly of an epidemic of loneliness. The new studies on loneliness are beginning to yield some surprising preliminary findings about its mechanisms. Almost every factor that one might assume affects loneliness does so only some of the time, and only under certain circumstances.

People who are married are less lonely than single people, one journal article suggests, but only if their spouses are confidants. A belief in God might help, or it might not, as a German study comparing levels of religious feeling and levels of loneliness discovered.

Active believers who saw God as abstract and helpful rather than as a wrathful, immediate presence were less lonely. But it is clear that social interaction matters. Loneliness and being alone are not the same thing, but both are on the rise.

We meet fewer people. We gather less. And when we gather, our bonds are less meaningful and less easy. The decrease in confidants—that is, in quality social connections—has been dramatic over the past 25 years. In one survey, the mean size of networks of personal confidants decreased from 2. Similarly, in , only 10 percent of Americans said they had no one with whom to discuss important matters, and 15 percent said they had only one such good friend.

By , 25 percent had nobody to talk to, and 20 percent had only one confidant. In the face of this social disintegration, we have essentially hired an army of replacement confidants, an entire class of professional carers.

As of , the country had 77, clinical psychologists, , clinical social workers, , nonclinical social workers, 50, marriage and family therapists, , mental-health counselors, , substance-abuse counselors, 17, nurse psychotherapists, and 30, life coaches.

The majority of patients in therapy do not warrant a psychiatric diagnosis. This raft of psychic servants is helping us through what used to be called regular problems.

We have outsourced the work of everyday caring. We need professional carers more and more, because the threat of societal breakdown, once principally a matter of nostalgic lament, has morphed into an issue of public health.

Being lonely is extremely bad for your health. You are at greater risk of inflammation. Your memory may be worse. You are more likely to be depressed, to sleep badly, and to suffer dementia and general cognitive decline.