• I still cringe when I hear someone say, “preggers” or “preggo”.
• Before August 29, 2009, I probably changed three diapers total in my lifetime.
• Olivia’s name was supposed to be Morgan. But once we confirmed the boy/girl status, we decided Morgan and Ethan sounded like two boys’ names.
• I have turned off the monitor.
• The babies never slept in a bassinet in our room.
• I upgraded to the “good” TV channels while I was in the hospital after the kids were born.
• I opted for a caesarian section and would do it again in a heartbeat. Pretty sure they don’t give out medals for awesomeness in the delivery room.
• Yes, I realize my previous comment makes me an awful mother in some people’s eyes. They must have received their medals in the mail.
• I forget to trim my kids’ nails.
• I have Googled things like, “how to swaddle”, “how to sanitize bottles”, “what causes diaper rash?”.
• I cannot stand it when other moms compare their kid’s weights to my kids. And we wonder why so many kids have self-esteem issues.
• I am adamantly against the whole “twin matchy-matchy” crap.
• I often wonder what having just one baby would be like. Then again, I couldn’t imagine not having either of the babies.
• I have paid other people to take my kids’ pictures.
• I use generic-brand formula. Enfamil sucked us in for the first five months though.
• I have walked away.
• I tried to braid Olivia’s hair once.
• I once tried to soothe Ethan for two hours one of the first nights we were home. E came in and gave him a binkie and Ethan fell asleep immediately.
• Speaking of which, the first three months of the babies’ lives are a huge blur to me now.
• I don’t turn down help and ask for it often.
• I haven’t gone to a movie theater since the Fourth of July…last year.
• I avoid trips to the store with the babies.
• We have become that family that leaves a restaurant and the floor is covered in Cheerios and baby cookies.
• I still want a cigarette. Every.day.
• The time put into picking out baby bedding is useless. Go have an ice cream cone instead. By the time the baby is 9 months old, all that will be left is a fitted sheet because you’ve had to hide everything else.
• I have asked for advice on Facebook.
• I have left the house with the kids and no diapers.
Edited to add the biggest one of all:
* I wake sleeping babies.
I wrote this today as a dedication to all the new moms or expectant moms out there. It’s ok to not have all the answers.
My friend (whom I love dearly) constantly refers to me as being preggo. It makes me nuts though. I am not a pasta sauce.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this. I am scared shitless of being a total failure.
not going to lie, i like "preggers" but HATE "hubby" :D
ReplyDeleteyou are a rockin' mom CR!
LOVE this. I will have to go back and read this when I am "preggers"....
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome. Great post, Colleen!
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