Just saw a friend post this and am trying not to cry at work:
“To the mom who's breastfeeding: Way to go! It really is an amazing gift to give your baby, for any amount of time that you can manage! You're a good mom.
To the mom who's formula feeding: Isn't science amazing? To think there was a time when a baby with a mother who couldn't produce enough would suffer...but now? Better living through chemistry! You're a good mom.
To the cloth diapering mom: Fluffy bums are the cutest, and so friendly on the bank account. You're a good mom.
To the disposable diapering mum: Damn, those things hold a lot, and it's excellent to not worry about leakage and laundry! You're a good mom.
To the mom who stays home: I can imagine it isn't easy doing what you do, but to spend those precious years with your babies must be amazing. You're a good mom.
To the mom who works: It's wonderful that you're sticking to your career...you're a positive role model for your children in so many ways...it's fantastic. You're a good mom.
To the mom who had to feed her kids from the drive thru all week because you're too worn out to cook or go grocery shopping: You're feeding your kid! And hey, I bet they aren't complaining! Sometimes sanity can indeed be found in a red box with a big yellow M and a cheap plastic toy in it. You're a good mom.
To the mom who gave her kids a home-cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the past week: Excellent! Good nutrition is important, and they're learning to enjoy healthy foods at an early age, a boon for the rest of their lives. You're a good mom.
To the mom with the kids who are sitting quietly and using their manners in the fancy restaurant: Kudos! It takes a lot to maintain order with children in a place where they can't run around. You're a good mom.
To the mom with the toddler having a meltdown in the cereal aisle: They always seem to pick the most embarrassing places to lose their minds, don't they? We've all been through it. You're a good mom.
To the mom who gave birth “naturally,” sans drugs: Holy cow, woman...you are a rock star! I’m positive that giving birth to your sweet baby was an experience you will never forget. Good for you. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who begged until she got her epidural: Ain’t drugs grand? I’m positive that giving birth to your sweet baby was an experience you will never forget. Good for you. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who had a C-Section: Ouch! Those stitches are no joke, Mama! I’m positive that giving birth to your sweet baby was an experience you will never forget. Good for you. You’re a good mom.
To the mom who’s babies were born in your heart, but came from another woman’s womb: The journey of fostering and/or adoption is arduous, nerve wracking, and sometimes heartbreaking, so thank you for CHOOSING to follow this twisty path into motherhood. How lucky are your kids to have you?! You’re a good mom.
To the moms who judge other moms for ANY of the above? Glass houses, friend. Glass houses.”
Being a Mom is the most difficult and most important role any woman will ever have, and she will constantly be questioning whether or not she’s “doing it right.” It’s a lot of work and a lot of pressure, so let’s all extend grace to others and accept grace for ourselves. Let us vow only to step into another mother’s story in order to support and encourage her, not criticize her.
i cried last night because MH farted and it smelled really bad and i told him he didn't understand what how much torture that is for me. i was very serious at the time
This morning I woke up and running through my mind was the LotR quote "I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone". And I started getting so emotional about how someone would be willing to give up immortality for someone they loved. Chokes me up typing the story.
Hubby & Me: Born 1993 Married: August 2013 Son: December 2018 Baby in heaven: February 2020, was due Sept
I was watching a home improvement show in the waiting room of the doctor and the wife had her husbands grandfathers barn wood brought over to make a desk for his 40th birthday.
I'm not an emotional person typically, and Friday I was a complete mess. My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer in February this year and had surgery to remove his prostate in March. It has been a VERY long hard road as I live close to my parents and am trying to be as supportive as possible. In his 6 week follow up, my dad learned his current PSA levels are only at .01 (yay!) BUT he has a high chance (89%) according to the decipher test of getting cancer again. The likelihood of radiation working is only 29% & hormone replacement is only a 10%. After learning this, dad said that he went home and thought to himself that he better plan for maybe not being here for the long run. These words didn't hit me for a week and all of the sudden on Friday I couldn't stop crying at work.
Sorry to get so depressing on a Monday morning already - I feel tons better today. I honestly wish I could cry more often. It's so few and far between.
I’m in a “90s kid” Facebook group and there was a thread about music videos. We started talking about The Box and I felt like I was going to cry thinking about sitting around watching that Jamiroquai video all day after school.
@gigglemomma True story: I finished the third book while H was asleep next to me one morning and I started sobbing so loudly that he woke up panicking and wondered what was wrong. Gosh, even just thinking of the ending makes me choke up now.
Me: 31 | DH: 31
Together since 2003 | Married 2010 TTC #1 January 2016 BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016 Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018 BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
We’ve been watching the “Bobby Kennedy for President” Netflix special, and last night we were on the last episode. (Spoilers, but not really because it’s a documentary of stuff that happened 50 years ago) My SO is a huge RFK fan- he even has a framed campaign poster. I cried because the last episode said that RFK’s wife had a baby the December after RFK died. It made me think of how we are due in December, and that means that when he died (in June) him and his wife knew they had another kid on the way. And that’s so sad to me.
I just got distracted at work and started looking up ideas for how to tell my parents. (They've been on vacation and return next week.) Everything is so sweet that I started tearing up. Then I had to stop looking at it and tell myself not to cry at work.
Not today, but the other day I couldn't control the tears during my blood draw at my OB office; ya know the one.... where they draw like 8 vials of blood for all the testing. Yeah. I got stuck 3 times and my veins were being difficult and they could only fill up two of them. We attempted to try at that point in my hand because my arms were not cooperating. And the tears just came and couldn't be stopped! My nurse was like, okay we're done.... we'll do the rest next time. lol. ugh. I hate needles.
@trucksntutus oh that is so tough. I'm glad the nurse was at least kind about it. I had 12 tubes drawn today and those last few were a big struggle
Indeed. I'm thankful they were nice about it. Next time I go in first thing I'm going to let them know that I'm a hard stick and I'll need whoever is best at drawing blood to do my draws. One lady there while I was pregnant w/ DD was like a magician at it, got me on the first stick and I could barely feel it! I didn't see her there last time I went and don't recall her name unfortunately. The two they were able to draw felt like an eternity to actually fill them up as they were using a butterfly needle at that point until my vein was like nope, no more.
My draw this time around hurt like a mother and left a big ol’ bruise. I’m not one to really fear blood draws, and usually can’t feel anything besides the stick. This one was bad though.
Me: 31 | DH: 31
Together since 2003 | Married 2010 TTC #1 January 2016 BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016 Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018 BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
I didn't bruise too bad thankfully. I'm usually able to get thru the draws with no issues aside from my initial anxiety. I don't like needles and the fact she had to keep moving the needles around in my vein to try to get the blood to flow freaked me out and stung like a bitch. I already am not looking forward to doing more blood work next time. Ugh. Whatever, I'll have to just deal because it's for the baby and not about me and got to make sure everything is ok.
On Monday, Lifetime was playing all the movies based on true events (JonBenet, Menendez Brothers, the Cleveland abductions, etc) and I got sucked in by them all. The last one I watched was about Elizabeth Smart...and it was narrated by Elizabeth Smart herself. **TW ABUSE MENTIONED** How she bravely talked about her abduction, abuse and daily rape, just amazed me. What really got me though, was after her rescue, she was taken to the doctor to be examined and her mother just cried as Elizabeth removed her clothes. Just the thought of children losing their innocence (nay, having it STOLEN from them) like that...I couldn't take it.
We just put DS down in his twin bed for the first time. He looks so big! It’s like moving him out of the crib instantly turned him into a big boy. I’m balling and DH thinks I am a lunatic.
@gracie4400 if anyone ever was a fan of Sons of Anarchy…thee is a really good cover of forever young by Audra Mae & The Forest Rangers.. it’s hauntingly beautiful. One of my employees (when she was pregnant with her daughter) sang that version to her daughter every day. That made me cry and still does.
On a song related post—there goes my life by Kenny chesney gets me every time because the first verse was my husband right before we found out we were pregnant with our first. He’s in the second verse now but I always get so emotional during that song. Besides that, I know I’m going to be a wreck when the military commercials and other heart string-pulling holiday commercials come out.
@PensiveCrayon - I'm in Vermont! It just happens that none of the places in my town have them. UGH. My husband took me to one more spot tonight that we were certain would have them. NOPE. I resisted crying in line and begrudgingly ate a chocolate with rainbow sprinkles instead. I will keep searching. lol
Last week, one of my coworkers brought in a bag of Boom Chicka Pop popcorn. The kitchen is connected to the conference room so everyone kept looking up every time I'd head into the kitchen to get another bowl of this delicious snack. I started to cry because I felt judged for my popcorn consumption...even though no one was judging me and I'm pregnant so who cares.
Yesterday was the opening ceremony of our pride festival, I was volunteering. Got reallllllll choked up during one of the performances when thinking about no matter who my child loves, they will have a loving and supportive family, and be able to find community.
@AdorkablePixie I wish! I did end up killing the beetle though, which was quite satisfying. We've had someone come out and spray our building three times in the last two months, but there's still bugs everywhere, especially beetles.
@binxybaby Yuck! We had cockroaches a couple months ago apparently, at least that's what I was told. I've never seen any and I'm not sure the building has been treated so who knows. I don't set any of my stuff on the floor anymore though!
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Re: Why My Pregnant Self is Crying
This morning I woke up and running through my mind was the LotR quote "I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone". And I started getting so emotional about how someone would be willing to give up immortality for someone they loved. Chokes me up typing the story.
Married: August 2013
Son: December 2018
Baby in heaven: February 2020, was due Sept
Sorry to get so depressing on a Monday morning already - I feel tons better today. I honestly wish I could cry more often. It's so few and far between.
DS: 12/20/16
EDD: 11/29/18
Married: August 2013
Son: December 2018
Baby in heaven: February 2020, was due Sept
And now, for @temmetime and your father. I hope his spirits lift and you both can grab onto hope again ♡
TTC #1 January 2016
BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016
Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018
BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
TTC #1 January 2016
BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016
Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018
BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
TTC #1 January 2016
BFP April 18 2016 | EDD December 29, 2016
Welcome baby A! January 9, 2017
TTC#2 March 2018
BFP March 30, 2018 | EDD December 12, 2018
Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!Me: 31
DH: 29, SA - Great
Married: June 12,2011
TTC #1: 1/2014
Diagnosis: Hypothalamic Amenorrhea
Treatment: Clomid: 50mg, 100mg, 150mg - not successful and not monitored
Menopur 75ml (upped to 112.5ml), Ovidrel, & IUI IUI #1 8/31/2015
9/15/2015: BFP HCG - 400, 9/17/2015: HCG - 827, 9/21/2015 - HCG 3,327!