it’s me. your mom.
hi hunny. it’s me. your mom. your all day ery’day playmate. your constant companion. your personal jungle gym. your butt wiper. your tear drier. your boo boo kisser. your snack bitch.
unsolicited advice
all the terrible, annoying, “is this bitch really suggesting i sleep while the baby sleeps?” advice is still ringing in my ears. with the garbage advice i somehow managed to not roll my eyes at very fresh in my mental and my second pregnancy nearing the home stretch i compiled a list of the tips and tricks i wish were passed along to me as i prepared to become a first time mama.
to go it a little slower.
i spotted a friend while grocery shopping at my local acme. not a close friend. more like the good friend of some of my really good friends. i knew his parents lived on my street, but i hadn’t seen him in while.
it will all be wonderful
today my first born has completed an entire rotation around the sun and truth be told, my hormonal pregnant butt is feeling pretty emo about the whole thing. from the moment he was born hunter has been anything but normal. i guess considering who his parents are, we should have expected as much.
just a little bit louder.
in my dreams i delivered my first born in a warm, candle lit room while my husband gently encouraged me to breathe. a playlist packed with cat stevens, conor oberst, and james taylor would play softly in the background while the scent of carefully selected essential oils wafted through the air.