You know, I think I jinxed myself. I've always bragged about what a great sleeper Seth was and now that's come back to bite me in the ass. This kid won't sleep. Will. Not. Sleep. Yesterday he woke up at 9:30 in the morning, refused to nap all day, fell asleep in the middle of… Continue reading The Bedtime Battle
When Jake and I went public with our pregnancy, nothing went quite like we expected. One of the most shocking issues was the number of people who asked when we were going to get rid of our dogs. Some offered to take them for us (thanks I guess...?) but many felt we should just drop… Continue reading Dogs and a Baby: Why no one is going up for adoption.
Postpartum depression is a sumbitch. I 100% expected to get it. There was not a single, solitary doubt in my mind. We'd had such a rough year and so much heartache over the baby's (thankfully non-existent) brain damage that combined with my own issues I knew I was going to get hit with it like… Continue reading Mommy’s on drugs (and other things I tell my child)
Our One and Only: I'm not refusing to have another baby to spite you.
I'm not sure when exactly I completely lost control of my life. I'm going to guess it was somewhere around the time the strip turned pink on that little stick but I'd be lying if I said I ever really had total control over things. I have a fairly modern marriage. Gender roles have no… Continue reading How I became an Accidental Stay At Home Mom.
Wine. The answer is lots of wine. My baby is 8 months today, UGH, and I just now feel like I'm getting the hang of this parenting thing. So far he's fallen off the couch twice and off our bed once, has figured out how to turn onto his tummy and slide out of his… Continue reading How I’m Surviving the Infant Stage
I type this with Seth in a carrier against my chest, alternating between sleeping (and drooling down my boobs) and screaming like a maniac. It's surprising because he's normally the most chill baby you ever met, but he seems really burpy and I think it's uncomfortable. I had to stop between paragraphs to give him a bath… Continue reading Gas Bubbles, Moby Wraps, and Lactation Cookies: I Used To Be a Party Girl
The wee prince is now 6 weeks old and will be 7 on Friday. He's totally perfect in every way which, as you know from my last post, is a huge relief as we were still waiting for a final brain scan to be sure things were really healed up. I know you'll forgive me… Continue reading One more surgery down!
Some of you may have noticed it's been a while since the last update. I assure you, I did not forget you. It's just been a stressful couple of months and I as a rule don't like discussing a problem until I have a solution for it. So, let's cut right down to the dirty dirty and get that out of… Continue reading A quick (long) explanation.
Our wonderful friends Serena and Shellie threw a baby shower/gender reveal party for us this weekend and it was super fun. I'm going to admit that it was a little weird for me to get excited about baby blankets and bottles instead of jewelry and... different bottles... but it's a really great change that makes… Continue reading It’s a…. Party!