A Mother's Achilles' Heel
So lately I have noticed that the older my daughter gets, the more different my husband and I are in our parenting ideas. We started on the same line of the same page months ago, and now it seems that we are drifting to separate pages. These pages are still across from each other in the book, but are getting pretty close to flipping away from one another.
I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out why we are having so many differences in opinion these days, and I think I have finally boiled it down to one thing: breastfeeding. I guess that actually makes it two things...
Before I share why breastfeeding is sending my husband and I in separate parenting directions, I just want to clarify something. Formula-feeding moms, I respect you. Just because I am writing a post on breastfeeding does not mean that I do not want you here sharing laughs. As long as your baby is well taken care of, I don't care what you feed it. (I sincerely hope that someone will send me their funny formula stories for me to share, so that moms of all kinds are represented here.)
Back to my story now. Breastfeeding for several months now has led to a very strong and special bond between my daughter and I. Sure, as a working mother I pump. My baby is well-acquainted with a bottle, and is even transitioning to a sippy cup. However, that does not change the fact that when I am within her nose's or eye's reach that she wants me and only me as a food source. I guess she simply prefers the fountain. Fine by me. I'd honestly much rather feed her then bother with pumping. My baby is also at the age where she is eating solids, so her milk consumption is down during the day. But right before bed, she becomes ravenous. She is also teething, so she is a little cranky. She wants me and only me. I cannot help it.
My dear, sweet hubby thinks that I can just put her in her crib with some music and a teething ring, and she will just go to sleep on her own. "Let her cry for a minute." ARE YOU KIDDING ME? First, I just can't. Mentally, it drives me instantly insane. Props to the mommas who can let their baby cry, I just can't. It makes me want to cry. Second, my chest can't. I have tried hundreds of metaphors to get this point across to my husband, but he still doesn't seem to comprehend. How can I explain it?
A crying baby is to a breastfeeding woman as an arrow is to Achille's heel, enough said.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Friday, October 16, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Wacky In-Law Wednesday
The Top 17 Questions Pregnant Women Answer
The average toddler or young child asks hundreds of questions a day. The average grown-up asks thousands, at least when it comes to probing about a pregnancy... Okay, probably just dozens; but when these questions are asked over and over, it feels like thousands. When word got out that I was pregnant, I was flooded by these, particularly by nosy in-laws. I'm even willing to bet that these are the top 17 questions pregnant women must answer. (Or ignore!)
How many times a day are you throwing up?
Zero. Okay, go ahead and hate me. I never got morning sickness. I did lose my appetite, but it was not because I was puking up my guts every day.
Are you eating right?
Unless you are a registered dietitian or my OBGYN, you have no business inquiring about my eating habits.
Are there, like, a million things you can't eat yet?
No. Once again, I don't know if I'm lucky, or the stereotypes portrayed on television are just so far fetched, but I only found two things I couldn't eat for nine months: fish and eggs. Honestly, neither one was a huge deal. I could still eat my three favorite foods: french fries, tacos, and ice cream.
Are you craving anything weird?
Not really. I would say I ate more hot fries than usual, but there were never any weird combinations. Pickles and cookies, no thanks!
When is your next doctor's appointment?
Great grandparents-to-be asked this the most. I never got the complete obsession of when I was going to the doctor... It's not like anyone besides my husband was getting an invite. (Not that he had the option!)
What did you do at your last doctor's appointment?
Something about the older generation again... And I'm talking they wanted details. Let's just get this out of the way now: I am a VERY modest person. Or at least I was pre-baby. Asking me intimate details about my doctor's visits was a good way to get me bent out of shape. There is no need for you to know about me peeing in a cup or stripping down for an exam... You know.
Oh my gosh, you let your husband go to the doctor with you?
I realize that 50 years ago this was not the standard, but times have changed. Over the dozen or so visits I had to the doctor, I probably saw less than five women without their husband or significant other. Men tag along to be supportive and stay in the know. My husband was not the type that asked questions, but he did learn a lot, and it was a lot easier for the doctor to explain things than have to hear it from me!
What diapers will you be using?
Though I did my research early in the game and made a firm decision (hey, you have to register eventually!), was there really any need to know when I was only a couple months along? Side notice: No, I do not need your advice on what brand to use.
Will you be breastfeeding or using formula?
Wow! I was asked this question an innumerable amount of times. I'll be honest, I did not know for a long time, and I still didn't feel like the people asking needed to know. Once again, a lot of unasked for advice.
If it's a boy, do you want to have him circumcised?
People get really into asking this, but I was so NOT going to be talking about this. I never even thought about even thinking about it, until we knew the gender. Since I was having a girl, I never even had to think about it, let alone make a decision.
Will you co-sleep, use a bassinet, or a crib?
All I hear with this question is "I have some more unwanted advice to spew at you, with some very firm opinions on the matter." No thanks, I'll pass.
Is it a girl or a boy?
I'll tell you when I know, and when I want you to know.
What if it's twins? It has to be twins!
Yes, there is such a big chance it could be twins, what with there being one set of twin great-aunts on my side of the family, and none on my husband's side. (Grandparents and great grandparents-to-be swore they ran on his side, but no examples were ever produced.) Seriously, what did you expect me to say? That I'll give you one, because no one in the history of ever has been able to care for more than one baby at a time?
Do you want a girl or a boy?
I want a happy, healthy baby. Is there really any other answer? Okay, secretly I was hoping for a girl, but I would have been more than thrilled to have a little boy as well.
What names do you have picked out?
Blank and blank. Like I'm really going to tell you? Maybe I want it to be a surprise when my husband and I reveal the gender.Maybe I don't want someone else stealing my baby name. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want you to go buy and personalize approximately 10,000 onesies with my baby's intended name.
Will you name it after me?
Knowing what a creative person I am, do you think I would settle for giving my baby a repeat name? Not a chance. It's one-of-a-kind, and that's all you need to know.
When do you to want to have the next one?
This one is barely in the oven. Hold your horses. An acceptable time to ask this question would be... Never.
Now my forehead is sore from palm-facing while re-living such obscenities. Be on the look out for more palm-face inducing tid-bits.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
The average toddler or young child asks hundreds of questions a day. The average grown-up asks thousands, at least when it comes to probing about a pregnancy... Okay, probably just dozens; but when these questions are asked over and over, it feels like thousands. When word got out that I was pregnant, I was flooded by these, particularly by nosy in-laws. I'm even willing to bet that these are the top 17 questions pregnant women must answer. (Or ignore!)
How many times a day are you throwing up?
Zero. Okay, go ahead and hate me. I never got morning sickness. I did lose my appetite, but it was not because I was puking up my guts every day.
Are you eating right?
Unless you are a registered dietitian or my OBGYN, you have no business inquiring about my eating habits.
Are there, like, a million things you can't eat yet?
No. Once again, I don't know if I'm lucky, or the stereotypes portrayed on television are just so far fetched, but I only found two things I couldn't eat for nine months: fish and eggs. Honestly, neither one was a huge deal. I could still eat my three favorite foods: french fries, tacos, and ice cream.
Are you craving anything weird?
Not really. I would say I ate more hot fries than usual, but there were never any weird combinations. Pickles and cookies, no thanks!
When is your next doctor's appointment?
Great grandparents-to-be asked this the most. I never got the complete obsession of when I was going to the doctor... It's not like anyone besides my husband was getting an invite. (Not that he had the option!)
What did you do at your last doctor's appointment?
Something about the older generation again... And I'm talking they wanted details. Let's just get this out of the way now: I am a VERY modest person. Or at least I was pre-baby. Asking me intimate details about my doctor's visits was a good way to get me bent out of shape. There is no need for you to know about me peeing in a cup or stripping down for an exam... You know.
Oh my gosh, you let your husband go to the doctor with you?
I realize that 50 years ago this was not the standard, but times have changed. Over the dozen or so visits I had to the doctor, I probably saw less than five women without their husband or significant other. Men tag along to be supportive and stay in the know. My husband was not the type that asked questions, but he did learn a lot, and it was a lot easier for the doctor to explain things than have to hear it from me!
What diapers will you be using?
Though I did my research early in the game and made a firm decision (hey, you have to register eventually!), was there really any need to know when I was only a couple months along? Side notice: No, I do not need your advice on what brand to use.
Will you be breastfeeding or using formula?
Wow! I was asked this question an innumerable amount of times. I'll be honest, I did not know for a long time, and I still didn't feel like the people asking needed to know. Once again, a lot of unasked for advice.
If it's a boy, do you want to have him circumcised?
People get really into asking this, but I was so NOT going to be talking about this. I never even thought about even thinking about it, until we knew the gender. Since I was having a girl, I never even had to think about it, let alone make a decision.
Will you co-sleep, use a bassinet, or a crib?
All I hear with this question is "I have some more unwanted advice to spew at you, with some very firm opinions on the matter." No thanks, I'll pass.
Is it a girl or a boy?
I'll tell you when I know, and when I want you to know.
What if it's twins? It has to be twins!
Yes, there is such a big chance it could be twins, what with there being one set of twin great-aunts on my side of the family, and none on my husband's side. (Grandparents and great grandparents-to-be swore they ran on his side, but no examples were ever produced.) Seriously, what did you expect me to say? That I'll give you one, because no one in the history of ever has been able to care for more than one baby at a time?
Do you want a girl or a boy?
I want a happy, healthy baby. Is there really any other answer? Okay, secretly I was hoping for a girl, but I would have been more than thrilled to have a little boy as well.
What names do you have picked out?
Blank and blank. Like I'm really going to tell you? Maybe I want it to be a surprise when my husband and I reveal the gender.Maybe I don't want someone else stealing my baby name. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want you to go buy and personalize approximately 10,000 onesies with my baby's intended name.
Will you name it after me?
Knowing what a creative person I am, do you think I would settle for giving my baby a repeat name? Not a chance. It's one-of-a-kind, and that's all you need to know.
When do you to want to have the next one?
This one is barely in the oven. Hold your horses. An acceptable time to ask this question would be... Never.
Now my forehead is sore from palm-facing while re-living such obscenities. Be on the look out for more palm-face inducing tid-bits.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Monday, October 5, 2015
Mom Confession Monday
A Hard-Learned Truth
I'm keeping this week's confession short and simple.
For a long time, I thought I didn't need friends. I am more strong-willed and independent. I know how to socialize, and I actually enjoy the company of other people. However, I do no usually crave the companionship of other people (apart from my husband and baby.)
Lately though, I am finally realizing the value of friendship. I am a full time student, a full time teacher, and a full time mom. That basically boils down to one word: stress. I actually have found that friends are a good source of stress-relief, particularly those who are also working, in-school moms.
Without getting mushy gushy or spilling too many details, I want to share news of what is to come. An old friend of mine, who works, goes to school, and is the mother to two very sweet and adorable boys will soon be joining me in this blog endeavor!
Stay tuned for stories of toddler tantrums, life with boys, motherly friendship, and more from my sweet friend whose pseudonym is to be determined.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Friday, October 2, 2015
Father Funnies Friday
Easy As... (Spoon) Feeding a Baby
I sincerely hope that my daughter grows into a classy little lady. I want her to have manners, class, and style. Basically, I want her to be like me. I do not, however, want her to pick up my husband's manners, or lack there of. Don't get me wrong. He is the model of a Southern gentleman, mostly. He opens doors for me, lets me eat the last bite of shared desserts, and all that other good stuff. But I won't lie, hubby has some habits I've been working on kicking since we started dating almost six years ago. I know that men cannot be trained, but I have yet to give up hope.
One of these habits I hope my dear, sweet husband does not pass on to our daughter is how he eats. My man likes to eat. I don't blame him. So do I. I also happen to think I'm a pretty stellar cook, so it's fine that he wants to engulf plates of my fine home-cooked creation. However, he could be a little more suave about his eating. I don't think I've ever seen him eat a meal where food didn't land on his shirt. Fork? More like a food bulldozer to balance overly-large mouthfuls that lead to said dropping. And one piece of popcorn? No thanks. Hubby stuffs an entire fistful in at one time, using his hand as a shovel. I've seen a two year-old with better habits!
Back to my baby though... My husband has an issue feeding her. He is perfectly capable, but also carefree. Baby girl wants to smear green beans from chin to eyebrow? Sure thing. Swipe pears from ear to ear? Go ahead! Smash peaches on the table and floor? Be his guest. I know babies can be messy, but I just don't understand. When I feed her, 95% of the food goes in her MOUTH. When he feeds her, it's closer to 50%. Why even use a spoon? He could just use his hand shovel...
Does your husband struggle to keep food in his mouth, or his baby's? Let me know!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
I sincerely hope that my daughter grows into a classy little lady. I want her to have manners, class, and style. Basically, I want her to be like me. I do not, however, want her to pick up my husband's manners, or lack there of. Don't get me wrong. He is the model of a Southern gentleman, mostly. He opens doors for me, lets me eat the last bite of shared desserts, and all that other good stuff. But I won't lie, hubby has some habits I've been working on kicking since we started dating almost six years ago. I know that men cannot be trained, but I have yet to give up hope.
One of these habits I hope my dear, sweet husband does not pass on to our daughter is how he eats. My man likes to eat. I don't blame him. So do I. I also happen to think I'm a pretty stellar cook, so it's fine that he wants to engulf plates of my fine home-cooked creation. However, he could be a little more suave about his eating. I don't think I've ever seen him eat a meal where food didn't land on his shirt. Fork? More like a food bulldozer to balance overly-large mouthfuls that lead to said dropping. And one piece of popcorn? No thanks. Hubby stuffs an entire fistful in at one time, using his hand as a shovel. I've seen a two year-old with better habits!
Back to my baby though... My husband has an issue feeding her. He is perfectly capable, but also carefree. Baby girl wants to smear green beans from chin to eyebrow? Sure thing. Swipe pears from ear to ear? Go ahead! Smash peaches on the table and floor? Be his guest. I know babies can be messy, but I just don't understand. When I feed her, 95% of the food goes in her MOUTH. When he feeds her, it's closer to 50%. Why even use a spoon? He could just use his hand shovel...
Does your husband struggle to keep food in his mouth, or his baby's? Let me know!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Wacky In-Law Wednesday
Pregnancy Reveal and Reactions
I suppose I might as well keep telling my pregnancy story via Wacky In-Law Wednesdays. Let's pick up where we left off.
"I'm so excited!" *tears of joy*
I suppose I might as well keep telling my pregnancy story via Wacky In-Law Wednesdays. Let's pick up where we left off.
"I'm so excited!" *tears of joy*
"Was this planned or an accident?"
"Cool." *total look of indifference.*
"Yes! Finally!"
"Are you ready to take on the role of parents? It's the biggest thing you will ever do."
"What??"
"It's about time."
"When do you want your next one?"
"It's about time."
"When do you want your next one?"
"Who else have you told already? Are we the first to know?"
Can you match the family member to the reaction? No need really; I just wanted to illustrate the variety of responses my husband and I received when sharing our news with our families. After all of the nonsense pre-pregnancy, I shouldn't have been surprised by the wide array of responses. What did take me by surprise was the amount of responses that were negative, callous, or snide. After all that razzing about hurrying up to have a family, now you are insinuating that we cannot handle it?
Don't even get me started on the asking if it was planned or not... Really?!? That's nobody's business. If you have been keeping up with my blog, you know that it indeed was planned. But really who cares if it was planned or not? It's not like my husband and I ever said we did not want children, and then it happened. Or that we were far off of my "two years married first" rule, because we were nearly spot on, if you know what I mean. Not that it matters (especially in today's world where unplanned pregnancy runs popular), but you are looking at a couple who had been married two years, both with a college degree and a steady job. I feel that in a case like this, all anyone should have to say is "congratulations!"
Don't even get me started on the asking if it was planned or not... Really?!? That's nobody's business. If you have been keeping up with my blog, you know that it indeed was planned. But really who cares if it was planned or not? It's not like my husband and I ever said we did not want children, and then it happened. Or that we were far off of my "two years married first" rule, because we were nearly spot on, if you know what I mean. Not that it matters (especially in today's world where unplanned pregnancy runs popular), but you are looking at a couple who had been married two years, both with a college degree and a steady job. I feel that in a case like this, all anyone should have to say is "congratulations!"
That wasn't the case though, as seen from the comments above. The lack of positive comments made me regret telling anyone so early, and definitely gave me fear as to what non-family would say... Needless to say, I wound up waiting until I was five months along before telling anyone at work. That's another story for another day though. Until next time!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Monday, September 28, 2015
Mom Confession Monday
Little Person Chores vs. Big People Chores
Have you ever noticed the insane amount of chores added to your daily list that are just for that tiny person living with you? As if caring for yourself and your husband (who is basically a child anyways) isn't enough, a baby adds an unimaginable amount of to-do items to the list.
Laundry
The items are tiny, but where did the second full hamper of the week come from? My baby doesn't even dirty up more than an outfit a day, but I'm drowning in her laundry.
Bottle Cleaning
Dishes are already my favorite chore. Let me do some more! And it's not just bottles, it's pump parts of you have them, baby spoons, bowls, sippy cups... My baby uses more dishes than me.
Sanitizing
Toys, tethers, car seat inserts, swim head rests... There is a veritable smorgasbord of items than unfortunately cannot just go in the washing machine or dish washer. Maybe I sanitize too much, but one word sums it up. Germs!
Tidying Up
We've all been there. Company is coming, and you have less than five minutes to tidy up. Or you tidy up before bed like I do. Is it just me, or does baby stuff creep and crawl throughout the house of its own accord? I consider myself lucky to have two big closets in the nursery to stuff miscellaneous items. Until I go to open it... Ever seen Zaboomafu?
What other chores have been added to your list from the tiny person that lives with you? Let me know!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Friday, September 25, 2015
Father Funnies Friday
The Disappearing Act
Last week, I left for work a little earlier than usual, so I could try to get a head start on my day. I asked my husband to make sure everything was set out for the sitter, lest she have to go through my cabinets and such to find things. Not even five miles down the road, I get a phone call. It's my husband. I think something must be drastically wrong. What could have happened in five minutes you ask? Maybe he discovered the deep freezer stopped working in the middle of the night, and all of the milk was ruined. Maybe our less than half-a-year-old daughter that cannot even stand yet jumped out of her play pen. Maybe the sitter called to cancel last minute. My mind flashed among scenarios like this as I reached for the phone. (I swear, I am NOT paranoid... Just worrisome at times.) I pick up the phone.
"Honey, where are the bottles?" Really. That's all he called for? I am about to have a mini heart-attack, and he just wants to know where the bottles are. Wait. What did he just ask? Really? Did he just ask me where the bottles are? Of course they are in the same cabinet they are every day Wait. Did I move them? No. Definitely not. I replied, "They are in the cabinet." He said he had already checked the cabinet. I start worrying again. Did I leave them out to dry? Are they in my diaper bag? His diaper bag? No. No. No. They are in the cabinet. I ask him to check again. Same response. If I have to turn around and show him that those bottles are in fact in that cabinet, I'm going to do nefarious things. Though I had literally tidied up the cabinet the day before, I ask him to start emptying its contents to find the bottles. I know I put them right in front. Why would I hide them? He is getting angry, telling me they are clearly not here. I hear the sitter in the background, saying something in the background. Great, now we are making a scene. My husband declares loudly, "I just don't see them on this shelf, I give up." This shelf? Hello, the cabinet is made of... TWO shelves. I said two words: "look up." Instantly he asks me when we started keeping things on both shelves, because it started as one. I told him it wasn't important, and to have a good day. What I didn't tell him? We've had stuff on the upper shelf for over a month.
It got me thinking about how my husband has a problem finding anything in our house. He is constantly telling me that I re-organize and move things around too much. I RARELY move anything, and if I do, I always pull him aside and specifically point out where I put it. Our daughter is several months old now. Do you think he would fare well if I quizzed him on where we keep her things? This past week, I experimented. I periodically asked him to fetch me things: a bib, burp cloth, bassinet sheet, our baby's pajamas, socks, wipe refills for the diaper bag, a teething ring, baby nail clippers, and just for grins, a baby blanket. (All of the blankets from the usual repository were in the dryer... He had to literally think out of the box on this one!) If I was to give him a grade, I'd say my husband would score around a 50.
I'll admit, it's not just baby stuff that 'disappears' when I'm gone. It's everything. The remote, the phone charger, his favorite chips (okay, maybe I ate those...), the spoons, his shoes... It never ceases to amaze me. I feel like we are living Night at the Museum, where everything comes to life at night. Except, instead of night, it's when I'm gone. And, instead of creepy statues and odd taxidermy, it's everyday items in our house.
Do things grow legs and walk away when you leave your husband at home? Let me know!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Last week, I left for work a little earlier than usual, so I could try to get a head start on my day. I asked my husband to make sure everything was set out for the sitter, lest she have to go through my cabinets and such to find things. Not even five miles down the road, I get a phone call. It's my husband. I think something must be drastically wrong. What could have happened in five minutes you ask? Maybe he discovered the deep freezer stopped working in the middle of the night, and all of the milk was ruined. Maybe our less than half-a-year-old daughter that cannot even stand yet jumped out of her play pen. Maybe the sitter called to cancel last minute. My mind flashed among scenarios like this as I reached for the phone. (I swear, I am NOT paranoid... Just worrisome at times.) I pick up the phone.
"Honey, where are the bottles?" Really. That's all he called for? I am about to have a mini heart-attack, and he just wants to know where the bottles are. Wait. What did he just ask? Really? Did he just ask me where the bottles are? Of course they are in the same cabinet they are every day Wait. Did I move them? No. Definitely not. I replied, "They are in the cabinet." He said he had already checked the cabinet. I start worrying again. Did I leave them out to dry? Are they in my diaper bag? His diaper bag? No. No. No. They are in the cabinet. I ask him to check again. Same response. If I have to turn around and show him that those bottles are in fact in that cabinet, I'm going to do nefarious things. Though I had literally tidied up the cabinet the day before, I ask him to start emptying its contents to find the bottles. I know I put them right in front. Why would I hide them? He is getting angry, telling me they are clearly not here. I hear the sitter in the background, saying something in the background. Great, now we are making a scene. My husband declares loudly, "I just don't see them on this shelf, I give up." This shelf? Hello, the cabinet is made of... TWO shelves. I said two words: "look up." Instantly he asks me when we started keeping things on both shelves, because it started as one. I told him it wasn't important, and to have a good day. What I didn't tell him? We've had stuff on the upper shelf for over a month.
It got me thinking about how my husband has a problem finding anything in our house. He is constantly telling me that I re-organize and move things around too much. I RARELY move anything, and if I do, I always pull him aside and specifically point out where I put it. Our daughter is several months old now. Do you think he would fare well if I quizzed him on where we keep her things? This past week, I experimented. I periodically asked him to fetch me things: a bib, burp cloth, bassinet sheet, our baby's pajamas, socks, wipe refills for the diaper bag, a teething ring, baby nail clippers, and just for grins, a baby blanket. (All of the blankets from the usual repository were in the dryer... He had to literally think out of the box on this one!) If I was to give him a grade, I'd say my husband would score around a 50.
I'll admit, it's not just baby stuff that 'disappears' when I'm gone. It's everything. The remote, the phone charger, his favorite chips (okay, maybe I ate those...), the spoons, his shoes... It never ceases to amaze me. I feel like we are living Night at the Museum, where everything comes to life at night. Except, instead of night, it's when I'm gone. And, instead of creepy statues and odd taxidermy, it's everyday items in our house.
Do things grow legs and walk away when you leave your husband at home? Let me know!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Monday, September 21, 2015
Mom Confession Monday
Drowning (In Baby Clothes)
Onesies, dresses, rompers, cardigans, pants, diapers ruffles, socks... The moment I found out I was having a baby girl, I just couldn't wait to dress her up like a little doll in all of the cute, tiny clothes I could get my hands on. So of course, her closet is drowning in these things. They are all tiny, but few are cute. Why? Because people won't Siri buying her clothes! My daughter has more clothes than me, and that's saying something. She has so many outfits in each size that she would have to wear three outfits a day to get through them before outgrowing them, and she only ever needs one outfit a day. People could buy useful things, like diapers. But no, buying new parents something useful and guaranteed to be used must be a sin. It's not like they can even buy clothes that fit my standards. Is it really hard to buy baby clothes that fit the following stipulations?
1. No butterflies.
Seriously. I. Hate. Butterflies. Since I see the clothes more than anyone, I don't think it's too much to ask.
2. No cartoon characters.
Until my baby girl is old enough to tell me that Belle or Ariel is her favorite Disney princess, I don't need cheesy outfits bedazzled I their cartoon glory. Keep it classy!
3. No writing, unless tasteful.
A tidy, sophisticated printed "love" or "hope" is acceptable. "Mommy's little angel," and "I have a present for you" are not things I want slapped across my daughter's onesies. It's unprofessional, and I don't care that my daughter is a few months old. It's just tacky. (Sorry Garanimals, you're the worst! Though I do love your non-worded clothes.)
4. No excess ruffles or frills.
If my daughter turns out to be a little bit of a tomboy, I won't be offended.
5. No college-themed clothes that aren't from my husband and I's alma mater.
That's just disrespectful.
I'd go on about holiday clothes, but that's another matter. If you can't follow these rules, please don't buy my baby clothes. Also, be polite. Leave the tag on, just in case. Don't be upset that I returned your clothes for different ones or something else, because my baby just had too many clothes. If you are dying to buy her clothes, your most sure-fire bet she will wear them is if I pick them out and you pay.
After battling myself internally about whether she should wear all of the clothes purchase for her, I decided that my answer is no. She doesn't deserve to wear ugly clothes, unless it's her choice. For now, it's my choice!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Friday, September 18, 2015
Father Funnies Friday
The Mom Test
My husband sent me this last week. I keep finding myself laughing about it, inevitably every time my husband is caring for our daughter. I thought it was too good not to share!
Don't forget to share your father funnies!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
My husband sent me this last week. I keep finding myself laughing about it, inevitably every time my husband is caring for our daughter. I thought it was too good not to share!
Don't forget to share your father funnies!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Monday, September 14, 2015
Mom Confession Monday
The Miracle Product Every Mom Needs
I know you. You, like me, want that one product that makes your life easier by saving your three most valuable assets: time, money, and energy. Stop the presses now, and read this:
I have found it! The one miracle product that not only saves you a tremendous amount of time and energy, but also money. This product is easy to use, extremely versatile, and will replace many of your household cleaners. You can find this product at your local supermarket, drugstore, or baby store, and it is very reasonable priced, often just under a nickel!
Are you ready? I want you to brace yourself, because I am about to change your life. Drum roll please. The miracle product is... The baby wipe!
Didn't see that coming, did you? Okay, so I pitched a good sale, but it's not without reason. Baby wipes really are unbelievably versatile, cheap, and effecient.
Need to wipe your baby's butt? Of course.
Need to give your baby a waterless bath? Go right ahead!
Need to shower, but have no energy? For less than five cents, you can smell fresh as a daisy. Or a baby.
In-laws coming over and you have no time to dust? Or vacuum the popcorn crumbs from the couch crevices? Or scrub the table? Baby wipe. Baby wipe. Baby wipe.
I confess, I've used baby wipes for all of this and more! I've even gone so far as to polish my patent leather heels and dust my dashboard with baby wipes. I keep a package with me, even when my baby isn't!
What crazy uses have you found for baby wipes? Please share below, and don't forget to send me your mom confessions to be featured here.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Friday, September 11, 2015
Father Funnies Friday
Father of the Year
We all have those moments that we just have to stop and laugh at our significant other when they are taking care of our babies. It's not that fathers are not completely capable of caring for a baby, because they are. It's just that we, as mothers, often have different views about how to care for said baby. I know that my husband often has his own rhythm with our baby, and they leave me cracking up.
We all have those moments that we just have to stop and laugh at our significant other when they are taking care of our babies. It's not that fathers are not completely capable of caring for a baby, because they are. It's just that we, as mothers, often have different views about how to care for said baby. I know that my husband often has his own rhythm with our baby, and they leave me cracking up.
Just last night my husband declared that he should win a father of the year award. Our baby has been fussy while I was taking a shower (no surprise there- she wants momma time every time I want to get clean,) so he consoled her and prepared her for bed. This meant changing her from a plain onesie into her pajamas, which are the full bodied zipper onesies. However, he couldn't find one of them, so he opted for the much more difficult snap variety. As she was wailing, he opted to change her standing up, because it made her happier.
The fact that my husband changed our baby while she was standing up into a full bodied snapped onesie somehow qualified him for an award. Sarcastic as usual, I asked what kind of title I would earn since I did the same thing almost every other night. He simply said "mom." Such a double standard! I told him if he wanted more father of the year awards, he could do laundry, dishes, feed the cat, get the baby ready in the mornings (she is NOT a morning person,) and maybe even lactate... That one might even get him a Nobel Peace Prize or something.
Don't forget to share your funny father stories to see them feautured here soon!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Wacky In-Law Wednesday
Stress & Anxiety, Where Least Expected
Barnyards are filled with chaos. With a baby on the way, my life is filled with chaos too... Just not in the ways I imagined. I always figured that I would eventually be stressed or anxious over common things in my pregnancy, like dealing with the ups and downs of growing a tiny human, preparing a nursery, stocking up on diapers, and learning how to care for a newborn. Months later, I realize that none of those things have stressed me out. NONE. Sure, I would love to have finished the nursery sooner or have more diapers stocked up. Those things just seem to go by the wayside though when you are more focused on having a good pregnancy.
One thing you need to understand about me is that I am a pretty anxious person. I like things to be organized and well-planned. Call me OCD; I know I do! My husband teases me that my views in life are very black and white, with no grey areas. (Perhaps that is why I love panda bears so much?) When things do not go my way, I get stressed in a hurry. Knowing that pregnancy could bring a lot of the unexpected, I decided early on that I would try my hardest not to be anxious or stressed, and to just let the little things go as best I could. I realized that this would be the best thing for both my baby and me. Surprisingly, I was able to relax and keep myself calm with much more ease than I expected. I am still not sure how my long list of fears and anxieties evaded me, but I am thankful for a husband who I know helped steer me in the right direction. He has guided me and encouraged me when needed, and has truly been a team player in pregnancy. With him by my side, I have been able to thoroughly enjoy pregnancy.
BUT... Stress and anxiety still found me! They scratched and clawed their way into the fortress of comfort and solitude that I had built up, and started knocking me down. That is why I am here, at nearly 3:00 a.m., unable to sleep yet again. What caused this stress and anxiety? The question is not so much a "what" as a "who." That's right, PEOPLE did this to me! Even worse, it is the people who think they are helping that are hurting.
Yes, my chaotic "barnyard" is filled with relatives that pose a major threat to my happiness with baby. The worst part is that these people think that they are doing so much good; they don't even realize that their words and actions hurt. This is no new occurrence though. Every stage of my life with my husband has been speckled by the poorly thought out words and inappropriate actions of relatives, from dating to engagement to marriage and now a baby. I guess this is probably a common phenomenon, but that doesn't change the fact that it upsets me.
Stay tuned for humorous* stories about these oblivious relatives and how I cope.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
*funny now, not so funny at the time of occurrence
Barnyards are filled with chaos. With a baby on the way, my life is filled with chaos too... Just not in the ways I imagined. I always figured that I would eventually be stressed or anxious over common things in my pregnancy, like dealing with the ups and downs of growing a tiny human, preparing a nursery, stocking up on diapers, and learning how to care for a newborn. Months later, I realize that none of those things have stressed me out. NONE. Sure, I would love to have finished the nursery sooner or have more diapers stocked up. Those things just seem to go by the wayside though when you are more focused on having a good pregnancy.
One thing you need to understand about me is that I am a pretty anxious person. I like things to be organized and well-planned. Call me OCD; I know I do! My husband teases me that my views in life are very black and white, with no grey areas. (Perhaps that is why I love panda bears so much?) When things do not go my way, I get stressed in a hurry. Knowing that pregnancy could bring a lot of the unexpected, I decided early on that I would try my hardest not to be anxious or stressed, and to just let the little things go as best I could. I realized that this would be the best thing for both my baby and me. Surprisingly, I was able to relax and keep myself calm with much more ease than I expected. I am still not sure how my long list of fears and anxieties evaded me, but I am thankful for a husband who I know helped steer me in the right direction. He has guided me and encouraged me when needed, and has truly been a team player in pregnancy. With him by my side, I have been able to thoroughly enjoy pregnancy.
BUT... Stress and anxiety still found me! They scratched and clawed their way into the fortress of comfort and solitude that I had built up, and started knocking me down. That is why I am here, at nearly 3:00 a.m., unable to sleep yet again. What caused this stress and anxiety? The question is not so much a "what" as a "who." That's right, PEOPLE did this to me! Even worse, it is the people who think they are helping that are hurting.
Yes, my chaotic "barnyard" is filled with relatives that pose a major threat to my happiness with baby. The worst part is that these people think that they are doing so much good; they don't even realize that their words and actions hurt. This is no new occurrence though. Every stage of my life with my husband has been speckled by the poorly thought out words and inappropriate actions of relatives, from dating to engagement to marriage and now a baby. I guess this is probably a common phenomenon, but that doesn't change the fact that it upsets me.
Stay tuned for humorous* stories about these oblivious relatives and how I cope.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
*funny now, not so funny at the time of occurrence
Monday, September 7, 2015
Mom Confession Monday
Dirty (Laundry) Secrets
All people have secrets, but I firmly believe that one group has the most: mothers. We keep secrets, we use trickery, and work hard at swaying our gullible children and husbands into doing things. I don't mean this in a bad way. We wouldn't lie about anything that would hurt someone. No, just little things, like this, which happens more frequently than I'm willing to admit....
I hang dry all of my jeans. They just fit better that way, and they last longer. Having finally convinced my husband of this, he too now hang dries his jeans. It takes them a solid 24 hours (at least) to dry when hanging on my cute little Pin-spired* laundry ladder.When he gets home, and changes, sometimes he realizes he has no jeans left in the closet. He immediately asks me if I took care of this. It will either go one of five ways:
1. "Yes honey. I actually did them last night, so they are dry now!" (Over-achiever moments like this happen less than I'd like.)
2. "Yes honey, I did the laundry this morning and your jeans should be dry by tomorrow morning..." (I literally just swapped the laundry and hung them up five minutes ago. Better go turn the fan on high.)
3. "Okay honey, I actually didn't get a chance today. I'll go take care of that right now. I'll turn the fan on high and they will be dry in the morning, no worries!" (I wake up earlier than my husband, so I throw the still-slightly-damp jeans on low heat for awhile to speed up the process.... Then I stick them in the fridge for a minute so they feel cool, like they have been under a fan, not in the dryer.)
4. "Okay honey, I actually think there is a pair that needs to be folded in the back, I'll check for you." (Husband is occupied outside, and the jeans he wore home look presentable... Take the belt out of the loops that he inevitably left on the jeans, spray with Febreze, fold nicely, and hang in closet.)
5. "No honey. Can't you just wear the same pair tomorrow?"
So maybe I'm a terrible person, which some of you may think. I think my dear, sweet husband is just happy to have clean jeans, however it happens. Don't forget to share your Mom Confessions with me, and I'll share them on the blog.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
*Pin-spired: short for Pinterest-inspired; you will see me use this made-up term frequently.
All people have secrets, but I firmly believe that one group has the most: mothers. We keep secrets, we use trickery, and work hard at swaying our gullible children and husbands into doing things. I don't mean this in a bad way. We wouldn't lie about anything that would hurt someone. No, just little things, like this, which happens more frequently than I'm willing to admit....
I hang dry all of my jeans. They just fit better that way, and they last longer. Having finally convinced my husband of this, he too now hang dries his jeans. It takes them a solid 24 hours (at least) to dry when hanging on my cute little Pin-spired* laundry ladder.When he gets home, and changes, sometimes he realizes he has no jeans left in the closet. He immediately asks me if I took care of this. It will either go one of five ways:
1. "Yes honey. I actually did them last night, so they are dry now!" (Over-achiever moments like this happen less than I'd like.)
2. "Yes honey, I did the laundry this morning and your jeans should be dry by tomorrow morning..." (I literally just swapped the laundry and hung them up five minutes ago. Better go turn the fan on high.)
3. "Okay honey, I actually didn't get a chance today. I'll go take care of that right now. I'll turn the fan on high and they will be dry in the morning, no worries!" (I wake up earlier than my husband, so I throw the still-slightly-damp jeans on low heat for awhile to speed up the process.... Then I stick them in the fridge for a minute so they feel cool, like they have been under a fan, not in the dryer.)
4. "Okay honey, I actually think there is a pair that needs to be folded in the back, I'll check for you." (Husband is occupied outside, and the jeans he wore home look presentable... Take the belt out of the loops that he inevitably left on the jeans, spray with Febreze, fold nicely, and hang in closet.)
5. "No honey. Can't you just wear the same pair tomorrow?"
So maybe I'm a terrible person, which some of you may think. I think my dear, sweet husband is just happy to have clean jeans, however it happens. Don't forget to share your Mom Confessions with me, and I'll share them on the blog.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
*Pin-spired: short for Pinterest-inspired; you will see me use this made-up term frequently.
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Learn the Weekly Schedule
Tomorrow is the first of what I hope will start every week... Mom Confession Monday! I will share deep truths, humorous anecdotes, and basically just spill the beans on anything that moms keep a secret. If you want to share your Mom Confessions, please share! Your name will be kept confidential, so you can rest easy sharing your secrets with the world, but not anyone you actually know!
I will also be hosting a Wacky In-Law Wednesday to share what my stories (and yours) about crazy, silly, or psycho in-laws. Hey, we all love them... Deep down. I just know that you don't just marry your husband, you marry his family. The same also goes the other way- he marries your family. Share your stories about you and your in-laws, or your husband and your parents.
Finally, Fridays will be Father Funnies Friday. Have a funny or cute story about your baby and his or her daddy? Share away!
In addition to these weekly posts, I look forward to sharing my pregnancy and baby story with you, and adding in more content as we go. I'm truly looking forward to this adventure, and I hope you join in by sharing your stories or commenting on my posts.
We are all part of the same 'hood'... MotherHOOD!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
I will also be hosting a Wacky In-Law Wednesday to share what my stories (and yours) about crazy, silly, or psycho in-laws. Hey, we all love them... Deep down. I just know that you don't just marry your husband, you marry his family. The same also goes the other way- he marries your family. Share your stories about you and your in-laws, or your husband and your parents.
Finally, Fridays will be Father Funnies Friday. Have a funny or cute story about your baby and his or her daddy? Share away!
In addition to these weekly posts, I look forward to sharing my pregnancy and baby story with you, and adding in more content as we go. I'm truly looking forward to this adventure, and I hope you join in by sharing your stories or commenting on my posts.
We are all part of the same 'hood'... MotherHOOD!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Welcome to the Barnyard
First and foremost, I must make a confession: I once greatly disliked the concept of
“mommy” blogs. Quite frankly, they scared me. It seems like everywhere I turned
on Facebook and Pinterest someone else was sharing a link to a mommy blog with
yet another terrifying story about pregnancy, labor and delivery, newborn care,
or some other baby-related topic that left me questioning my own wish to one
day be a mother.
However, things change. With my first baby on the way, I can now say that I understand the value of mommy blogs. Sure, some still scare me to my very soul, but there is a lot of great information out there too. I think I have discovered the main reason that mothers blog about babies and the like so much though, and it is not to just share their adventure with the world. No, the reason mothers are blogging is because they need a place to vent, to share, to justify their thoughts, and to validify their feelings. Though I am barely a member of it, I can see now that motherhood is a community in a sense. It just happens that mothers can connect to this community online, and reap the aforementioned benefits.
With all that said, I have a new respect for mommy bloggers. Though I am not sure how far I will go with this endeavor, I am happy to join others who seek a place to escape the chaos and relate to others in similar situations. I have found myself at a bit of a breaking point (so much to the point that I am spending a week on a secluded ranch in the middle of nowhere,) and writing really is an act of relaxation for me. I also use humor and sarcasm as means of dissolving my tension, so I hope that if nothing else, this will provide someone with a few good laughs.
I will be exploring a multitude of topics and stories, ranging from humorous husbands to insane in-laws, and everything else in between. Buckle up and let’s head to the barnyard, where chaos is aplenty and the laughs are many!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
However, things change. With my first baby on the way, I can now say that I understand the value of mommy blogs. Sure, some still scare me to my very soul, but there is a lot of great information out there too. I think I have discovered the main reason that mothers blog about babies and the like so much though, and it is not to just share their adventure with the world. No, the reason mothers are blogging is because they need a place to vent, to share, to justify their thoughts, and to validify their feelings. Though I am barely a member of it, I can see now that motherhood is a community in a sense. It just happens that mothers can connect to this community online, and reap the aforementioned benefits.
With all that said, I have a new respect for mommy bloggers. Though I am not sure how far I will go with this endeavor, I am happy to join others who seek a place to escape the chaos and relate to others in similar situations. I have found myself at a bit of a breaking point (so much to the point that I am spending a week on a secluded ranch in the middle of nowhere,) and writing really is an act of relaxation for me. I also use humor and sarcasm as means of dissolving my tension, so I hope that if nothing else, this will provide someone with a few good laughs.
I will be exploring a multitude of topics and stories, ranging from humorous husbands to insane in-laws, and everything else in between. Buckle up and let’s head to the barnyard, where chaos is aplenty and the laughs are many!
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Wacky In-Law Wednesday
Begging for a Baby, Part 1
Who would have ever imagined that the chaos that comes with a baby would start before there is even a baby to speak of? For my husband and I, the baby chaos began before we even got married. On the verge of engagement, many relatives thought it appropriate to ask when we planned on having children. This didn't bother me much; I just don't find it proper to ask a couple still in the dating phase what their very serious long-term plans are, because they could change at any minute.
What DID bother me is when we did become engaged and announced the date for our wedding. Did you know that planning a wedding in just under three months automatically makes you a candidate for pregnancy? A short engagement couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I had just accepted a job far away, we were moving, or just wanted a simple wedding that wouldn't require much work to assemble. Dear friends and family members assumed I must have a baby on board with such a quick agenda. Well I'll tell you the truth, and that was that the joke was on everyone who assumed I was pregnant. My now-husband and I had been together for two years already, and been talking marriage since month three of our relationship. We already knew when our wedding would be, even before he put a ring on it. Yes, I'll admit that my stomach looks a bit like a bump in my wedding photos, as noted by a cousin of mine. Why? Because I let people talk me into a dress that was not my top pick, and happened to be several sizes too big. When altered, the shape of the dress changed entirely, and highlighted my stomach more than I had hoped for. A recent college graduate is expected to be carrying a little more weight than usual, and you can bet mine was from a cheeseburger (or two, or three, or many,) not a baby.
I cannot even count how many times I was asked if I was pregnant that summer. I tried to shrug it off with a smile, but it was hard. Many people asked repeatedly, like they thought I was lying and would change my answer if they prodded more. These were mostly people very close to me, and I was shocked to see that they didn't believe me. I finally had to tell them that they needed to study up on how babies were made, then realize that there was no possible way for me to be pregnant.
I guess these people finally got it through their thick skulls that I indeed was not pregnant. So what did they do the moment we returned from our honeymoon? Prod about when we were planning on children! It amazes me how people will pry into someone else's personal life to inquire about such a thing. It wasn't that these people (uh-hem, relatives) were being polite in their curiosity. They were downright demanding. They were pushy. And when I told them that we wanted to wait at least two years before having children, they were just plain rude. As I discussed in my last post, I am a bit OCD; so it should come as no surprise that I have a sort of timeline for my entire life planned out. This included graduating college before marriage, waiting two years before having kids, and so forth. So far my plan was working, and I wanted to stick to it. Not for the sake of just sticking to a plan I made when I was thirteen or so, but for the sake of common sense and logic! I wanted time to enjoy with my husband before kids stepped into the picture. Being married at a fairly young age, I also felt that we needed to grow up a little first. We needed to get accustomed to big kid jobs, paying bills, and basically just being adults.
Stay tuned to read some SHOCKING tale of pushy people praying for me to have a baby. (Hint: It's Wacky In-Law Wednesday, isn't it?)
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
What DID bother me is when we did become engaged and announced the date for our wedding. Did you know that planning a wedding in just under three months automatically makes you a candidate for pregnancy? A short engagement couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I had just accepted a job far away, we were moving, or just wanted a simple wedding that wouldn't require much work to assemble. Dear friends and family members assumed I must have a baby on board with such a quick agenda. Well I'll tell you the truth, and that was that the joke was on everyone who assumed I was pregnant. My now-husband and I had been together for two years already, and been talking marriage since month three of our relationship. We already knew when our wedding would be, even before he put a ring on it. Yes, I'll admit that my stomach looks a bit like a bump in my wedding photos, as noted by a cousin of mine. Why? Because I let people talk me into a dress that was not my top pick, and happened to be several sizes too big. When altered, the shape of the dress changed entirely, and highlighted my stomach more than I had hoped for. A recent college graduate is expected to be carrying a little more weight than usual, and you can bet mine was from a cheeseburger (or two, or three, or many,) not a baby.
I cannot even count how many times I was asked if I was pregnant that summer. I tried to shrug it off with a smile, but it was hard. Many people asked repeatedly, like they thought I was lying and would change my answer if they prodded more. These were mostly people very close to me, and I was shocked to see that they didn't believe me. I finally had to tell them that they needed to study up on how babies were made, then realize that there was no possible way for me to be pregnant.
I guess these people finally got it through their thick skulls that I indeed was not pregnant. So what did they do the moment we returned from our honeymoon? Prod about when we were planning on children! It amazes me how people will pry into someone else's personal life to inquire about such a thing. It wasn't that these people (uh-hem, relatives) were being polite in their curiosity. They were downright demanding. They were pushy. And when I told them that we wanted to wait at least two years before having children, they were just plain rude. As I discussed in my last post, I am a bit OCD; so it should come as no surprise that I have a sort of timeline for my entire life planned out. This included graduating college before marriage, waiting two years before having kids, and so forth. So far my plan was working, and I wanted to stick to it. Not for the sake of just sticking to a plan I made when I was thirteen or so, but for the sake of common sense and logic! I wanted time to enjoy with my husband before kids stepped into the picture. Being married at a fairly young age, I also felt that we needed to grow up a little first. We needed to get accustomed to big kid jobs, paying bills, and basically just being adults.
Stay tuned to read some SHOCKING tale of pushy people praying for me to have a baby. (Hint: It's Wacky In-Law Wednesday, isn't it?)
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Wacky In-Law Wednesday
Begging for a Baby, Part 2
Relative 1: "Speaking of children (note: how does this subject come up so much?), are y'all ready to start having them yet, or at least thinking about it?"
Me: "No, no. We are far from it."
Relative 1: "But you said you were waiting two years, and it has already been one and half. That would mean you need to be pregnant already or very soon."
Me: "No, I meant that we wanted to be married two years, then have children. Two FULL years to enjoy each other's company."
Relative 2: "But it's not fair! I want to be able to hold my great-grandchildren before I die. You need to hurry up."
Me: "First off, it's none of your business when we decide to have children. Secondly, you have other grandchildren you can push to have children, because we just aren't ready. Thirdly, if you'd stop smoking like a chimney, maybe you'd live long enough to see your great-grandchildren. If you don't butt out, maybe we just won't have any children. How do you like that?"
Also note that I had a fork in one hand, and a knife in the other when this went down. We were right in the middle of dinner! Having lost my appetite with this conversation, I excused myself and went to the bathroom where I of course broke down and cried. My husband and I had already been trying. I was haunted by the single pink line on a white plastic stick. Though we really had intended to wait two full years, we decided that we were ready to start a family. Even though we knew it would take awhile, I had a secret fear that I was infertile, and would never be able to conceive. (A pointless fear, as proven just a few months later.)
Nonetheless, my strong words made a slight impression upon those pushy people, who left me alone for awhile. Awhile being a month, maybe two tops, where there was no mention of children. Then I realized they were still talking about it, just not to me. My husband and I (and his entire family) went on an annual summer trip out of state. I had just finished a very busy year, so I dared to indulge in some alcohol in public. We were on vacation out of state where none of my students would see me; I was going to enjoy it! Mind you, I don't drink much, and I have a VERY high tolerance, thanks to some German blood pulsing through my veins. At one particular lunch, my brother-in-law offered me some fried pickles, one of my former favorite treats. I turned them down, because for some reason the smell of pickles had inexplicably been making me sick for months. Two relatives, sitting directly across from me, exchange glances and immediately start whispering behind a menu.
Relative 1: "She must be pregnant."
Relative 2: "No, surely not. Look at how much she has had to drink this week!"
Relative 1: "Maybe she doesn't know."
Relative 2: "Or doesn't care."
SERIOUSLY?! What kind of person did they take me for?
I'll admit that this is all funny now, but still gets my blood boiling a little, thinking about what I put up with for two years. I tried to convince my husband that when I did get pregnant, we should withhold telling these people for as long as possible, for payback. Lucky for them, he talked me into playing nice, and we told them at two and a half months...
Stay tuned for the first 'hilarious' tale of our pregnancy journey and those dear, dear people who were of course on their best behavior... Yeah right. This is a barnyard. No one is on their best behavior. Not even relatives.
XOXO- Barnyard Baby Momma
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