Here’s the deal. I’m not hardcore pushing the potty training thing. I know my child isn’t 100% ready for diaper-free living based on various signs of readiness. But I do need you, wise People of the Internets, to talk to me about poop and how to get it in the potty. (The toddler’s, not mine….
gross and disgusting
Let me tell you a little story about that time I cried. A lot.
Today, I was supposed to go to the dentist to have some fillings done and I was all worried I’d vom on his hands. Seriously. That was my biggest concern. When I wrote last night that I didn’t have much to say, The Universe said “SUCK ON THAT!” and gave me a whole lot of…
Desperately seeking softeners
And I’m not talking about the kind you use for fabric. (Also, I’m sorry to be talking about this again. But…I can’t NOT.) People, I am hellbent on a VBAC. Hellbent, I say. And I will do anything in my power to make this happen when the time comes for this child to make an…
I came here to say something awesome and all I did was whine
At some point, I’m going to tell you about the awesome day we had on Saturday. Which was much needed after I hugged the toilet for the first time in two pregnancies on Friday night and cried about it. (Domino’s pizza–I love you. The first time. And yes. I cried about puking.) And then at…
Plumbing problems
When I was in the hospital after having Joshua I was in pain. And then I had a meltdown over my “soft GI” diet of meatloaf. And the nurses kept loading me up with Percocet at regular intervals. And Colace. And gas pills. Lots and lots of gas pills. Chewable ones. And they stuffed a…