I swear to god everyone around me is having a baby or has just had a baby. I realize at my age and this time in my life, it's inevitable. My friends, coworkers, they're all having babies. Fine. But shit, even the blogs I read are pregnant. I read sewing and craft blogs...one would think that these blogs would not be filled, and I mean FILLED, with babies. It's inescapable. I make things for the people I know having babies. And I enjoy it. Really, I do. But all I want is to have my own little munchkin to make stuff for.
On another note, it's funny how even though I don't have kids, I totally judge those who do. A friend once told me that it's easy to be a really great mom when you don't have any kids.
Touche.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
365
It's been one year. No baby yet. The end.
It really IS that simple. We have officially hit the one year mark. No pregnancy. Yet, the whole thing is actually complicated. Who knew? You stop taking birth control, you get pregnant, you have a baby...that's what I thought would happen. A full year later, we're at the exact same spot as we were one year ago. Seriously?
I recently decided to get back into yoga. It's something I love and the best workout for me, personally. I had been putting it off because why worry about getting in good shape if I'm going to get pregnant any day now? A year later and I. Am. Fat. My mother-in-law likes to say that a woman needs some meat on her bones to carry a baby. Well that's not the issue here, clearly. I'm secretly hoping that the yoga will work some kind of magic in my body. Right the wrong, fix the broken, heal the wounded. Overly dramatic? Perhaps. But if all I get out of it is a flat stomach, will it be worth it? Definitely.
Namaste.
It really IS that simple. We have officially hit the one year mark. No pregnancy. Yet, the whole thing is actually complicated. Who knew? You stop taking birth control, you get pregnant, you have a baby...that's what I thought would happen. A full year later, we're at the exact same spot as we were one year ago. Seriously?
I recently decided to get back into yoga. It's something I love and the best workout for me, personally. I had been putting it off because why worry about getting in good shape if I'm going to get pregnant any day now? A year later and I. Am. Fat. My mother-in-law likes to say that a woman needs some meat on her bones to carry a baby. Well that's not the issue here, clearly. I'm secretly hoping that the yoga will work some kind of magic in my body. Right the wrong, fix the broken, heal the wounded. Overly dramatic? Perhaps. But if all I get out of it is a flat stomach, will it be worth it? Definitely.
Namaste.
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