This thought came to my mind this morning not long after I woke up. And I have a question: am I the only one who has heard or thought that and then immediately rolled my eyes and thought, “Good God, give me a break with this sanctimonious crap”?
I know it is coming. And a part of me is sad about it every single day and with every kiss Ezra spontaneously gives me. I read a post on Rants from Mommyland and realized that I had put off writing this post for too long. No matter how hard it is, I have to do it. If I don’t, I might forget or put it off too long and never do it. And in the time that is coming, I will desperately want these memories. Because one day, a day that I know will be here much, much too soon, memories of this are all I will have. Read More
For the last week or so I have been hearing people scolding those celebrating the death of Bin Laden; people pissed because Bush is getting credit; people vehemently pointing out that Obama did not pull the trigger and is therefore gets no credit; and people accusing the government of lying and making the whole thing up.
None of this was on the news or partisan talk shows. It was from friends and co-workers I interact with everyday. Yesterday I was pissed and aggravated. Today I am just resigned to wonder why we even bother.
It is official. The first maternity clothes of the pregnancy have been purchased and worn. No going back now.
Jay asked me what happened to all the maternity clothes I had from Ezra. Well, ladies, we all know, now don’t we? I did what we all do: gave those things away to the first pregnant woman I came across so I could (as quickly as possible) forget how huge my ass had gotten in a ridiculously short amount of time. Read More