An infant can't tell you they're in pain or let you know they aren't eating enough, so the only measure of our success as mothers is what's in the diapers and what numbers pop up on the scale at the next well visit. My father-in-law once suggested new parents were too interested in diaper talk,... Continue Reading →
Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It has been two months since my last blog. You may think that having a seemingly endless amount of free time would be conducive to writing, but in my case the opposite is true. I write about my life, and I'm mostly lying on the couch watching it... Continue Reading →
Since I posted my last blog, I've had several concerned people contact me about my condition. It seems that between griping about bureaucracy and picking on a woman I hardly know for doing her job, I let a few kernels of hard truth slip through. At Baby Girl's anatomy scan (week eighteen) my doctor noticed... Continue Reading →
The best part about having a blog instead of a private diary is the ability to publish my grievances to be read by my faithful followers, who will share my indignation and grumble curses at those who've wronged me. Isn't that the point of all social media? To declare "I was rear-ended by an idiot!"... Continue Reading →
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