In other news, my sister’s baby had her blessing this last Sunday, and Hubs and I got to sit through 70 riveting minutes of mormon fast-n-testimony meeting, and I got to harmonize with my mother on some rockin’ hymns. After it was all over, I put my one skirt back in the back of the [...]
Archive for September, 2009
She’s like the tall, thin version of me, with a madam’s apple of course
Posted in Family, Religion on September 29, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Talking about poop, boobs, confessions, and my guys
Posted in Baby Talk, Family, Hubs, Jackson, Mamahood, My boobs, Postpartum on September 29, 2009 | 5 Comments »
I keep having days where MM is awesome and we have special heavens-opening bonding moments and all is well and he’s the best thing in my world and I think, “Finally! I can blog about how awesome he’s becoming and how he’s getting over the incredibly difficult newborn stage!”
Then he’s an asshole.
He’s been waking up [...]
Same old story
Posted in Crazy-in-law, Daddy Issues, Family, Hubs on September 27, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Friday: Crazy-in-law and Angry-in-law are due to arrive tomorrow morning at 10:00am.
I’m FREAKING OUT about the state of the house. Hubs has taken the day off to help me clean.
All day (actually all week when I realize that the visit I have been believing won’t happen is actually happening this weekend) I worry about the [...]
Ravenous little monster
Posted in A Huge Fight, Baby Talk, Hubs, Mamahood, My boobs on September 23, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Hubs and I managed to have a nice, loud fight in front of a sleeping infant, because we are classy.
The fight? Was about nothing. NOTHING. It was about me getting pissed because he was easily distracted and didn’t go to the checkout line with NO PEOPLE in it that I had found and WAS STANDING [...]
Four weeks
Posted in Baby Talk, Growing up on September 21, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Four weeks. Where did the time go? It feels like just yesterday he was being ripped out of my abdomen in what I now feel is totally the way to go with childbirth. Also, it feels like it’s been 15 years, and I have not slept more than two hours in all of those years.
I [...]
He claims to not remember any of this
Posted in Hubs, Sleep on September 20, 2009 | 3 Comments »
It’s around 3:00 in the morning. I have just fed the babymonster and am trying to get him to fall back asleep so I can get my ass back in bed where it belongs. Babymonster starts fussing right after I put him in the bassinet. I pick him up, settle him to sleep, put him [...]
We also did a study for them where we had to wear blood pressure cuffs ALL DAY
Posted in Hubs, Relation-ship on September 17, 2009 | 3 Comments »
A little over two years ago, we went to a wedding show in the hopes of getting free shit. We left in disgust of the whole bullshit pushy salesman show RIGHT before I won free microdermabrasion and therefore did not get it, but we did run into a little gal from the University of Utah [...]
The perfect storybook love
Posted in Hubs on September 15, 2009 | 12 Comments »
You took a chance and drove 600 miles to meet me
You showed me the ocean for the first time in my life, and watched me become a child in the surf
You introduced me to Mexico. You saw what it means when I get DRUUUUNK as I drank all the tequila in Mexico.
You inadvertently starved us [...]
Heh, breastmilf.
Posted in Baby Talk, WTF on September 15, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Today is the first time I ran the coffee maker in about 10 months. I know you can have a cup of coffee a day if you want it while you’re pregnant, but in the beginning I felt that it was too much of a temptation/torture to make me want a cigarette after freshly and [...]
Places my boobs’ve been out
Posted in My boobs on September 13, 2009 | 3 Comments »
The hospital room
Our bedroom
The couch in the family room
The nursery
My sister’s couch
In the dressing rooms at Motherhood Maternity in Park City
In a bathroom of Wingers
On a blanket at Murray Park
The parking lot at Sizzler
Thank god for my udder cover.
This will be updated as we find new and exciting places for my boobs to reveal themselves
