It's been a long summer. Full of Netflix and reruns. I've been so sad and lonely without all of my usual primetime friends....
But now they're back! It's like seeing all of your friends on the first day of school. You catch up on everything that's happened over the summer and get back into the swing of things!
Ahhhh....feels so good to have you all back. You've been missed. Truly.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Mirena, How I Love Thee...
Let me count the ways.
1. I don't ever have to think about birth control. This is crucial because like the women on the commercial, sometimes I can't even remember if I've showered or brushed my teeth. The last thing I need is to forget a pill/patch/ring/shot and end up in a family way right now. It's one less thing to think about and everyone needs one less thing to think about.
2. A 46 day cycle. I know, you hate me. But you too can have the world's longest cycle! Ready for the real cherry on top? When the lady comes to visit, she just spots for a few days and then goes on her way. It's something I've dreamed about since I was 13 and now it's reality! Squeee!
3. We can't make an impulse decision to get pregnant again. I can't just stop taking a pill and BOOM! Nope, it has to be a well thought out process that involves creating an appointment and seeing the OB/GYN. I'm not doing all that unless I'm real serious. I haven't seen the optometrist in over a year and I have vision insurance if that gives you an idea of how bad I am at going to the doctor. And they're open on the weekend. I need something to control my impulses. See previous post.
Okay, that's only 3. But those are three damn good reasons. Thank you to the maker of Mirena. I puffy heart you forever and ever and ever!
1. I don't ever have to think about birth control. This is crucial because like the women on the commercial, sometimes I can't even remember if I've showered or brushed my teeth. The last thing I need is to forget a pill/patch/ring/shot and end up in a family way right now. It's one less thing to think about and everyone needs one less thing to think about.
2. A 46 day cycle. I know, you hate me. But you too can have the world's longest cycle! Ready for the real cherry on top? When the lady comes to visit, she just spots for a few days and then goes on her way. It's something I've dreamed about since I was 13 and now it's reality! Squeee!
3. We can't make an impulse decision to get pregnant again. I can't just stop taking a pill and BOOM! Nope, it has to be a well thought out process that involves creating an appointment and seeing the OB/GYN. I'm not doing all that unless I'm real serious. I haven't seen the optometrist in over a year and I have vision insurance if that gives you an idea of how bad I am at going to the doctor. And they're open on the weekend. I need something to control my impulses. See previous post.
Okay, that's only 3. But those are three damn good reasons. Thank you to the maker of Mirena. I puffy heart you forever and ever and ever!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
A Letter to My Uterus
STFU. Seriously, S...T...F....U!!!!!I know you so terribly want to be productive, but your services aren't necessary at the moment.
Yes, you did a wonderful job incubating sweet baby G. Don't underestimate my appreciation for that amazing feat. You rocked that out. However, I don't need another sweet little one at the moment.
I know everyone around me is getting pregnant and that makes you feel left out and lonely. I'm sorry you're feeling that way. Your time to shine will come soon, I promise.
Just please stop telling my brain to up and do something crazy like get knocked up. It's just not time. Thanks for understanding.
Me
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tao of Yo Gabba Gabba
After an extrutiatingly impossible day at work, I just wasn't up to being super mom. Ever had one of those day? I have more than I'd like.
So I'm feeding Gavin on my lap in front of the TV (-2 Mommy points) with Yo Gabba Gabba on. I was trying to keep my brave/happy momma face on when I really wanted to crawl under the bed for a few days and hide out. Then I heard the following lyrics:
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
Winning, that is so fun
Losing, can be no fun
Crying when it's all done
Hold your head up
You hold your head up high 'cause
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
So I'm feeding Gavin on my lap in front of the TV (-2 Mommy points) with Yo Gabba Gabba on. I was trying to keep my brave/happy momma face on when I really wanted to crawl under the bed for a few days and hide out. Then I heard the following lyrics:
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
Winning, that is so fun
Losing, can be no fun
Crying when it's all done
Hold your head up
You hold your head up high 'cause
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But it's ok
You try again
And it hit me that a damn kids show was teaching me a lesson. I like Gavin watching it because it teaches him good lessons. Never once thought it would teach me a lesson. Well, except for "Don't Say Mean Things to Friends"....Apparently, it's not nice.
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