Monday, January 30, 2012

10 Reasons to Just Do It

No... I'm not talking about doing the deed, the nasty, the wild thing, or -- as that classy braud Deena from "Jersey Shore" puts it -- "doing sex".
No... That's how we got here, remember? That's how we went from skinny jeans to Spanx. From mini skirts to mini vans. From cocktail hours to witching hours.
I'm talking about getting our asses off the couch and getting moving. Elmo will still be there when we get back.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Crazy Love

The other day I made the mistake of telling Doug that I was sick of Mackenzie. I knew better than to share my true, unvarnished feelings: I was ready to toss her out the window.
Mothers are not supposed to talk this way. Even when they don't really mean it. We are expected to embrace the ever chaotic world of maternal bliss and cherish each waking moment with our children.
Yeah, good luck with that.

Monday, January 16, 2012

10 Signs My First May Not Be Ready For My Second

Three months left until Number Two graces us with his presence and so far Mackenzie has shown remarkable interest in the Baby In Mommy's Belly. But while she's demonstrated impressive talent when it comes to caring for her baby dolls (diaper changes that rival mine as a new mom, for example) I'm a bit concerned for her new brother.
Here are ten signs my first baby may not be ready for her big sister role...

Monday, January 9, 2012

Let It Snow...

Just don't make me go out in it. At least not very often.
That's how I felt after spending 30 grueling minutes gearing up for what ended up being a ten minute walk with Mackenzie this afternoon.
I saw it coming.
I wasn't going to give in.
But I caved.

Monday, January 2, 2012

In The Moment

Every January I welcome the new year with open arms...
I embrace the change. I look forward to seeking new horizons.
But when the clock struck midnight to give birth to 2012, my heart skipped a beat.
Holy crap. We're having a baby. Another one.
In just three months.
Where has the time gone?
My first pregnancy seemed to progress at a snail's pace. As each week passed, all I thought was, "When the heck is this going to be over?"
Now I feel like I'm in a race against time. And as the arrival of Baby Number Two looms, I can't help but freak out... even more than I normally do.