That title pretty much sums up what’s in my head right now. Garbage. Stress. No motivation. Worry. Laziness. Questions. Confusion. All of that. This post? A bit of word vom. So grab your splatter shields. I’ve already pulled my hair back. That decision to grow this family has firmly become a decision to wait. There…
being a woman sucks sometimes
This isn’t a $5 t-shirt
I wrote yesterday’s post on Wednesday night while the storms were raging outside my house and in my heart and mind. Because y’all, this “decision” is a storm for me. I know that our family isn’t complete. Or at least I think I know that. I also know that I’ve taken three pregnancy tests in…
One part McFatty one part Hoarders
My dear, darling, awesome, wonderful husband has a little issue with stillness sometimes. As in, he can’t sit still. As in, last year on Staycation he almost killed me with his need to be productive and this was a 3 day weekend and OMGRELAXANDSTOPMOVING. Yeah. So, in order to save my marriage not fight, I…
Rage against the Doctor machine
Since having Joshua, I pretty much have a hate-hate relationship with doctors. I’ve yet to meet one who doesn’t think he’s of superior intellect and ideas. Or God. Or at the very least A god. And I’m a mere mortal not fit to have control of fire. I? I’m pretty intelligent. And capable of wielding…
Now I’m a tortoise.
194.5. ONE NINETY FOUR POINT FIVE. I’m seeing progress, people. Slow, steady progress. But I’m only seeing that progress on the scale, really. My body? Still looks mostly the same. Except my size 16 skinny jeans get too big too fast. The jeans have stretch in them. And stretch? Stretches out. So then they are…