The epidural was still making my life very easy…it had taken the pain down to about a 3 so although I could feel the contractions, they felt like mild cramps. I wept whenever I spoke (no matter what I was saying), I wept whenever I looked at her, I wept whenever I thought about her…I just wept. Granted, all measurements were totally guessed, one of the hats turned out bigger than expected and she might not be able to wear any of the leg warmers until her 4 th birthday — but at least that means that her birthday presents for that year are sorted. For the next 10 days (until my mature milk came in), I supplemented her feedings with formula and we never had to hear that cry again. This is truly an international phenomenon, as I discovered with one of the first sexy amateur Snapchat accounts I came across.

As usual, the appointment began with the command to pee in a cup whereupon I proceeded to give one of my worst performances to date (I was running late and didn’t have enough time to drink the gallon of water it would take to satisfy those cut-throats). And now I’ve noticed that with this question hanging over my head, every pain I have has become a test of whether or not I’ll get meds during labor. And let’s not forget that I had just pushed out a human being out of my you-know-what so I was still recovering from THAT. Perhaps you want me to dream of being a brain surgeon, or a nurse, or a grocery bagger or a cow herder, but none of those things interest me. I want a career that is considered outdated and beneath my station in life: I want to be a housewife.

Taking a photo where your pet is the primary subject is not allowed and those posts will be removed. This might actually be fun and I’m not one to keep all the joy to myself so who wants to get on the program with me? I’ve listened to many experienced moms from both sides of the aisle and I find myself unable to lean one way or the other. They spring into action; opening doors with amazing speed, springing up from chairs and gladly donating them, offering to lighten loads even when the only thing carried is a purse, the list goes on and on.

OK, maybe that’s a bit too dramatic (even for me) but seriously, it not only helped me cope with the drastic changes taking place in my life but it also gave me a creative outlet and a way to connect with people during the long and lonely daytime hours. Will's first day back to work I took all three boys to Toys R Us and bought a baby pool in the hopes that I'd be able to relax in the backyard while the older boys wore themselves out. If you want the latest access info, add me on Snapchat: alamedaking510 and tell me who you want to follow. As emotionally fragile as I was on account of this premature exhilaration, I decided that rather than blog, I should take a nap instead.You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.

Teasin' Housewife is petite with strong legs (thanks to her ballerina background) and perky breasts. She was able to get him to purposefully make the "b" and "m" sounds (we still have to work on exactly how he uses his mouth to produce these sounds, but still! I was thinking about doing an interview with John like I did with Joseph yesterday, but it's just too difficult to translate "John speak" into the written word. I would rather go through child labor every day for a month rather than re-live those first days one more time. I’ll take a moment to organize my thoughts (and life in general) but while I do so, feast your eyes on this picture of the much awaited little princess.He specializes in erotic short stories, namely his 48XTC series that explores encounters stemming from a mysterious phone app. She's got beautiful, ocean-blue eyes that seem to change from dark to silver depending on the camera action going on. I have a feeling that I’m going to break all the rules I read about and adopted before I had a baby – no formula and no pacifier are already out the window. Pasta isn’t a big favorite and he HATES buttered noodles, which is something my parents would always put with dinner. Made for the Adult Channel and latterly issued on DVD by Erigo Distribution, the show fooled me by turning out to be soft-core.

I’m constantly gathering recipes in hopes of being able to cook them, but I really think that most of them are beyond my skill level.The beautiful thing about knitting is that no matter how much of a novice you are, you can still make something. I missed my parents, got disconnected from them, and immersed myself in the television or computer or whatever else was around. No, I think the true starting point of hell week was the day we were discharged from the hospital – 2 days after I’d given birth. It dawned on me that I had no interest in making soap or candles because shower gel and electricity have served me just fine thus far, thank you. For example, I found out that, while what I thought was a well balanced meal, he thought was unbalanced.