I’m in the home stretch of this pregnancy. My last time being pregnant. Which would be a sad thing in some strange way, if this pregnancy had been like my first one. With my first pregnancy everything was rainbows & kittens. I documented each month with pictures and a pregnancy journal. I felt sick but it was like an exciting science experiment. I was fascinated by the process. I remember thinking, ‘Wow, I’m really good at being pregnant…” as everyone around me gave glowing reviews to my demeanor, appearance and over all well-being.

This time? Not so much.

Now one would think this pregnancy has all the makings of a really stellar one. I’m not nearly as sick, I haven’t gained as much weight and I was loaned a trunk full of fabulous maternity clothes so I don’t even have to worry about what to wear. How frikkin lucky is that?! Really the only thing I was expected to complain about this time was the weather and even the heat of the summer has been moderate in comparison to past years. So I say to myself - SNAP OUT OF IT!!! But honestly, how does one shake a serious case of bitch?  read more »

Seriously, what the F^$% is up with the husband. I feel like I might be married to the first man to suffer from Menstruation. He’s not been home more than an hour and I have been told I have not said, ‘hello,’ and why do I look so agitated (???) and yet another smart ass comment about my computer usage since he had to go outside and supervise our child.  read more »

Need I feel so bad about wanting to blog? You people deserve to know what’s going on! You have invested your time, cleaned poo, bleached stains, and picked cheerios off your socks long enough. We all need a brake now. I to rant to you and you to read and say, “Damn right mama!” Why should I feel bad that he walks around in a huff because he has to sit outside and watch our child go back and forth on his scooter. PUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!