Do people still cast curses on one another? Is that still a thing?
Tag: Wee One
They Should’ve Warned Me
I think I’ve talked before about the horrible Doom’s Day advice I’ve gotten since I learned about the Wee One coming, advice that fit comfortably into my jacked ideas of motherhood.
But then there’s this. After I started feeling her and I began to get excited about her, I started hoping that maybe it would be more like this.
When I was pregnant, everyone was all about “warning” me about what was coming next. I walked around much of those ten (let’s face it, pregnancy is ten, not nine, months) absolutely terrified. The warnings flew at me from every angle — in the checkout line at Target, on the street, slipping my shoes on and walking out of the yoga studio. Warnings, warnings everywhere about what was to come — from the excruciating, mind-numbing pain of childbirth to the shell of my former self I was about to become once I had her. There were times I felt like a prisoner on death row, trying to force myself to enjoy some tiny luxury despite my size and discomfort, because if you asked around, apparently my petty joys would be ending pretty soon!
“Enjoy your husband now — you’ll be so consumed by the baby you won’t spend any time alone together…
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51/51 Challenge
The other day, I wrote about not liking or ever setting New Year’s resolutions. What i like to do instead is to create a list of things I would like to see/do/experience over the next year.
A Due Date
Some of the, sometimes, worst things about this adulthood trap are the deadlines that follow us around. Some of them are smaller and less pressure than others, currently, I am under the most pressing deadline of my life: the birth of my child.
Second Trimester Lessons
This second trimester has been SOOO much better than my trimester.
1. Can we talk, again, about how much I love eating stuff I want?
Sahara’s Two Cents
A first pregnancy is a fruitful time for advice, I was soon warned after the stick turned blue.
Helpful Tips to Create More Space
Cohiba and I have spend the past several weeks looking for a place to move. While our current apartment is actually quite nice and I really like it, (though the drive sucks), we thought we had to move because the apartment is tiny for our needs.
Rather, our accumulated shit is too much for our home.
My Baby’s Head Can’t Get Cold
I found a blog (Ain’t No Ninny) that doing the artist’s answer to NaNoWriMo or NaBlaPoMo – they’re showcasing art they were doing every day in November.
Is Being “Mom” Cool?
I have had this crappy idea about becoming a mother. But before I confess to the Silent Priest of Public Scrutiny, please understand I do not mean any insult or disrespect with these ideas. This is my own hang up, I know.
My Instincts Are Sometimes Mute
How well do you trust your instincts? People say we should, but do you? It’s not something I’ve thought about very often, but knowing I’m going to raise a little girl has made me think about how I’m gonna teach her this stuff. I’m better in some areas than others.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 