
No Tears to Report
I knew Peanut’s first day at daycare would be hard. All my mom friends warned me that I would cry. So I feel the need to explain the very good reason why I didn’t.
I knew Peanut’s first day at daycare would be hard. All my mom friends warned me that I would cry. So I feel the need to explain the very good reason why I didn’t.
Breastfeeding isn’t as easy as some bitches make it look. Kidding aside, it is harder than it seems, and feelings toward it can be complicated.
When screaming babies, stressful car trips, and a house filled with the aroma of poop are all front and center in your mind, it’s easy to forget just how good you have it.
I’ve passed the point where many of my shirts can no longer cover my giant belly. Ship me off to the trailer park — or Wal-Mart — where I’ll fit in!
We didn’t get pregnant with the goal of having a girl or a boy; just a human. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t got my fingers crossed for a particular gender.
To find out the gender or not to find out? That is the question, and it’s a very personal one. As usual, I have my own very strong opinion on the topic.