When I last left you, moppets, I was about to head in for a c-section. We called my doula, who was on her way home and was like, “What? Now? Okay, hold on, I have to changes shoes!” (No flip-flops in the OR, which apparently is a rule. Besides, who wants to get placenta on
Category: Tater
Tater’s Birth story, Part One
Oh, the long overdue birth story. Five months later. It still feels weird to share this; not because it’s too private, but because it’s still a trip to think that it happened. I HAD A BABY, Y’ALL. Not that I could forget. He’s in the other room, yelling at the dog. (Who was it that
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
Introducing…
Marshall Ryan.
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
The agony of defeat
So I had my 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I spent the night before bouncing off the walls and talking too much, and the day-of feeling like I was going to throw up. The sono wasn’t just about finding out the sex, it was about whether Tater was growing correctly, had all the right parts,
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
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