Some men avoid one-on-one time with their children. Some wives let them get away with it. None of that biznass goes down in my house.
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This is a blog about attempting to make your own humans (and failing miserably at first, but eventually succeeding), parenting, marriage, working mom life, aging parents, and being an imperfect human.
Why I Hate Shopping for Baby Clothes
Call me a feminist, but I can’t stand the girly-girl overkill that saturates little girls’ clothing options.
Ten words to describe infertility
I haven’t meant to be on hiatus. There’s a bit of poopy times going on in my world, and until it passes and I can talk about it, I wanted to share this splendid little blog entry I stumbled upon.
She’s never leaving the house
The thought I hate, but cannot keep at bay: the world is an incredibly dangerous place. *PLUGS EARS LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAA*
Lucky Bitches
Though my infertility is technically history, the experience — and the feelings that came with it — never truly goes away.
No offense, it’s just not my thing.
A random woman on a Facebook forum’s distaste for fertility drugs made me really angry. I think it’s because infertility is no one’s “thing.”
“You’ll change your mind about religion once you’re a parent.”
Many things change when you become a parent. Some immediately, and others over time. Are religious beliefs one of them?
Fertility Coverage
For some women battling infertility, the decision comes down to making a baby or making the mortgage. Our insurance laws suck.
Name Me Something Good, Mom
Everybody has one, and the one you choose for your baby will be with them for life. Choosing another human’s name is a responsibility that should not be taken lightly.
It’s So Easy (and other lies)
My expectations of breastfeeding were way off base. I underestimated how hard it would be, especially at first. This is my warning to the mothers-to-be: it sure ain’t easy.