Sometimes things happen to me and then something like this happens in my head: “I should blog this.” “Oh my god, Miranda! No! This is embarrassing! Don’t!” “No, really, this is too good. I should blog this.” And on and on until eventually the mood has passed and it’s just no longer relevant. But then…
being a woman sucks sometimes
The seedy underboob of breastfeeding
Now that it’s been a full 24 hours, I think it’s safe to talk about my yesterday. You see, I breastfeed. (Not new information, bee tee dub.) And sometimes, breastfeeding has a Dark Side. Yesterday, I used the Force (gravity) to conquer the Dark Side of breastfeeding. That Dark Side? A Plugged Duct. Yesterday, I…
A letter to myself to read in times of struggle
Dear Miranda, If you’re reading this, it means that this has not been your finest day or week as a mother. Your children probably haven’t slept. No amount of concealer can adequately cover the bags under your eyes. All of you are tired. You and Dan find yourselves snapping at each other over silly things…
Pompous blowhard
So, I had a doctor’s appointment this morning. Taking Joshua with me was actually quite humorous. Like when I took him to the bathroom with me so I could pee in a cup and he kept asking “Where Joshie cup!?!” So there’s that much, at least. But this appointment was scheduled with Dr. With the…
Growing humans is hard, yo
I mean, perhaps I should say growing A human is hard (yo) but I feel like humanS fits since technically I’ve already grown ONE human and that was hard too. Because as of my routine, pants-on check-up today, there’s still only one human in my uterus thankthesweetbabyJesus. (Also cue the baby-Jesus-thanks for not having to…