7. He is in charge of decorating the house that I pay for with a shocking motif of spit up, pee, and Sophie the Giraffe.
Over the next day or so, in between the distracting pain of my boobs swelling to the size of small boulders and the pain my son’s head caused when he bulldozed into this world, I was aware of the frightening sensation of gargling cement in my intestines. One week out and there was no denying there was a very serious problem.
Before actually giving birth myself I was utterly mystified as to why woman who had given birth before were so obsessed with their own, and other women’s stories. But now having gone through it myself, wow. It was like war, man.
I love how we say “stay at home mom” as if that’s what mom’s who don’t work get to do- “stay at home”. There is no staying at home, people! There are all of the things that we have to go out and do because we are the ones “staying at home”! The “running to the store for that one thing” mom or the “I can do to that meeting with the realtor in the middle of the day right during nap time, sure” mom would be more accurate.
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