So I’m officially a published author! I, along with 19 other women, contributed to a book about the phases of pregnancy, delivery, and motherhood, called Bumptabulous. Here is the cover: I’d love to say they used my image for that cute chick, but, well… No. They didn’t. If you are interested in purchasing a copy,
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Today I’m not waiting in one single line. Not even for the ladies’ room.
I really love my kids. But not this much. Or this much. And definitely not this much. I don’t get that shit. And I just have one question about these people, who have been camped out in front of Best Buy for 5 days already: Don’t they work? If so, aren’t they losing more money
Where do I begin?
I could start off by saying how I’m thankful for my children today. Which, of course, I am, but that would be boring. And I could mention my gratitude for my parents, who have been extremely helpful over the past few days, but that would be boring too. There’s also my husband, and my health…
Well, I can cross one thing off the list of crap I need to buy for Christmas
A little recap if you are new here, or haven’t read the last couple of posts…and I promise this is the last post containing too much information. Well, about my surgery anyway… So on Monday I had a couple of surgical procedures done, which resulted in an annoying complication. In addition to being completely unfashionable, my
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No one ever accused me of being like everybody else. So why would I be like the 90% of people who have urethral sling surgery and are able to pee with no problems an hour or so later? I mean, who really wants to be, you know, normal? No, I’d rather be in that elite 10%. The 10%
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I’m drinking and blogging. Because this is the last night I have access to my ovarian reserve. So I’m having a little farewell party. Me and my eggs. There won’t be any Number 8. Nope. I’m getting my tubes tied first thing tomorrow morning. A tubal ligation. I know it’s the “right” decision. I mean, we can’t afford the kids we