Some call it beautiful; mother nature at its purest. The truth is, it’s messy.
Due to your substantial roll in building our family, you will be permitted to continue releasing eggs on a monthly basis as you see fit, until the day you shrivel up and turn into the useless, fleshy raisins you are destined to become
You celebrate the little things every single day.
They’re the most body confident people on the planet.
I did my best to ignore them and laugh about it instead. “Me? A mom? Bahaha!” Because sometimes that’s all you can do so you don’t flip the closest table and start throwing punches at the sky.
I’ve been asked multiple times, “When are you having kids?” and I can’t help but wonder why so many people are interested in when my husband and I are having sex. I smile and change the topic immediately, but it doesn’t mean I don’t see their judging eyes and bitter frowns.
Real men tell us how they really feel about a tradition that’s rarely questioned.
You can’t take a baby out shopping or out for an overpriced craft cocktail. Department stores don’t have daycare centers and wine bars don’t have highchairs (thank God).
If someone asks you if you’d like to hold their child, you just say “I’m okay, thanks,” as if they were offering you a beer.
How certain can I be that they’ll put the right embryo back in me?