This is Motherhood
What to [really] expect...
It's not as glamorous as I once thought it would be.
It's scary, disgusting, and overwhelming. And some days I wonder why the hell I ever went and got myself knocked up in the first place.
But most days, as I listen to my tiny humans giggle, or cuddle them close and nuzzle their ears, or gaze at them when they're (finally) sleeping, my heart is so completely and utterly full that I don't know how it ever managed to beat before now.
That being said, I've learned that being a parent is the hardest job in the world. It's thankless and exhausting, and every day presents new challenges and opportunities to learn how to be a better Mama.
So some days (instead of showering) I sit down on the couch in my spit up-covered yoga pants and reflect on this incredible journey in an attempt to share some of my wisdom with the world.
Link up with my favorite posts below...
Sometimes I Cry
A Letter to the Dad with the Screaming Toddler
Mommy Guilt
How to Take a Baby to a Professional Sporting Event
Pumping and Working -- My Secrets
Crying Over Spilled Milk
Baby Christmas Wish List
This is my life. I talk about poop.
Returning to Work
Blogging as a Mommy
Knocked Up
My pregnancy journey...
My son, Ryder Steven, was born on May 5, 2014.
I spent the months leading up to his birth writing weekly letters to him, outlining all the nitty-gritty details of growing a tiny human (really more for my own benefit than for his future horrified post-pubescent review).
Click here to read all about my nine months ofpregnancy bliss hell.
My daughter, Kiley Patricia, was born on February 10, 2017.
She taught me that not all pregnancies are terrible, and that not all babies drive you to drink — they can actually be quite pleasant, and some of them even sleep.
Click here to read all about my fun, easy pregnancy.
{The Parenting section of my blog is intended for people who have a sense of humor and an appreciation for sarcasm. You've been warned.}
What to [really] expect...
It's not as glamorous as I once thought it would be.
It's scary, disgusting, and overwhelming. And some days I wonder why the hell I ever went and got myself knocked up in the first place.
But most days, as I listen to my tiny humans giggle, or cuddle them close and nuzzle their ears, or gaze at them when they're (finally) sleeping, my heart is so completely and utterly full that I don't know how it ever managed to beat before now.
That being said, I've learned that being a parent is the hardest job in the world. It's thankless and exhausting, and every day presents new challenges and opportunities to learn how to be a better Mama.
So some days (instead of showering) I sit down on the couch in my spit up-covered yoga pants and reflect on this incredible journey in an attempt to share some of my wisdom with the world.
Link up with my favorite posts below...
Sometimes I Cry
A Letter to the Dad with the Screaming Toddler
Mommy Guilt
How to Take a Baby to a Professional Sporting Event
Pumping and Working -- My Secrets
Crying Over Spilled Milk
Baby Christmas Wish List
This is my life. I talk about poop.
Returning to Work
Blogging as a Mommy
Knocked Up
My pregnancy journey...
My son, Ryder Steven, was born on May 5, 2014.
I spent the months leading up to his birth writing weekly letters to him, outlining all the nitty-gritty details of growing a tiny human (really more for my own benefit than for his future horrified post-pubescent review).
Click here to read all about my nine months of
My daughter, Kiley Patricia, was born on February 10, 2017.
She taught me that not all pregnancies are terrible, and that not all babies drive you to drink — they can actually be quite pleasant, and some of them even sleep.
Click here to read all about my fun, easy pregnancy.
{The Parenting section of my blog is intended for people who have a sense of humor and an appreciation for sarcasm. You've been warned.}
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