I have a complicated relationship with my son’s food. It started with not being able to breastfeed. It was upsetting, but amazing site like Fearless Formula Feeder helped me come to grips with it. My kid was fed, that’s the important part. Then Tater had infant acid reflux, which led to MANY different formulas being
Category: I fail at life.
Hello, again!
Oi, that was a long hiatus, huh? Unintentional too; I’ve been so bogged down in baby and work and life and oh, my God, did you see the finale of Doctor Who? I mean, how can I blog without knowing who the Hurt Doctor is?!? Sorry. My geek is showing. (But seriously, we should talk
A Quick Update
No, Kind of a Mess hasn’t turned into a book reviewing blog. (How AWESOME would that be, though? Seriously, these reviews are crazy fun… I’ve been tempted to do a spin-off blog, but if I can’t feed and water this one, I probably shouldn’t get another pet.) Tater’s birth story, and proper normal blogging, is
There should be a real post here.
There is not. An update is forthcoming, but is still on the horizon. However, there will be another TLC book review this afternoon and that’s exciting, right? Books are more fun than stories about c-sections and babies who smell like mashed potatoes, right? Most of your are nodding right now, and I love you for
9 more weeks? Sh*t.
Ah, pregnancy. Between growing a tiny human, work, class and trying to make Jethro do the dishes more than once a week (I mean, REALLY, son?) my second trimester was busy. And fun, though I wish I’d realized how fun it was at the time. Seriously, I could be 6 months pregnant for the rest
Mini-Update
Christ on a cracker…I’m tired, y’all. I let myself slack off on blogging during second trimester so I could catch up on my classes and life in general, but now that I’m waddling through third…I’m tired. Not of y’all, I heart every single one of your faces, just in general. I have about 27 (not
I am already a bad mother.
I am 17 weeks along, or just a little over 4 months. Well, mostly. Here’s the thing about pregnancy weeks. Some people, like my mean doctor, like to count you as far along as you are—as in I am 16 weeks because 16 weeks have already past. Some people, like my lovely pregnancy tracker, count
Baby Freak-Out No. 1*
So, I’m truckin’ along, finally feeling human enough to get some cleaning done (some as in very little) when I discover an information card from an old wallet of mine. You know, the kind you get with your wallet that you can list all your personal information on in case you lose your wallet or
Before and After
As much as I’d like to think that pregnancy hasn’t changed me, my first trimester done messed my world UP. Aside from the constant weirdness physically —”I’m hot! My boobs hurt! I’m cold! Hug me! I’m gonna throw up! My head hurts! GOD, I’m so tired! Don’t touch me! Why is it so HOT in
DO NOT LIKE, Part duex.
1. Falling So I did something awesome a little while back. While walking to lunch on campus, I somehow missed bringing my foot all the way up on the a curb and tripped. Now, this would have just been embarrassing if I hadn’t: A) Been in the middle of the quad at lunch B) Been
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