So I was pumping today at work (that’s breastmilk for the uninitiated), and I had a thought. “I was made for this.” I had just gone and pumped because I felt a let-down.
I know I signed up for this but…being a mommy is hard work. I mean, sometimes it’s stressful.
Everytime I hear the song “The Freshmen” by Verve Pipe or “One Headlight” by The Wallflowers I am taken back to May of 1997. On Mother’s Day that spring, my brother Wilder died
Here’s my perfect day. You’d think it would involve the beach and lots of sunshine, or maybe a river, or a mountain.
I told my cousin once that I had to homeschool my children. I HAD to. She asked why. The only thing I could say was that I would feel guilty if I didn’t.
I love the feel of your soft little baby hand rubbing the back of my arm.
I love your sigh of contentment when you get that first swallow of milk
Is there anything better in the whole wide world than a babies smile? Can any other single thing light up a person’s day like a toothless, bubbly grin from a chubby cheeked little four month old?
The crib is set up. The baby clothes are washed, folded and in drawers. Newborn diapers are bought and ready for filling.
So I’ve reached the half way point in this, my third, pregnancy. People keep asking me how the pregnancy is going and my general answer is “eh.”
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