One of my favorite movie moments ever is Marisa Tomei on the porch of that cabin in the woods in My Cousin Vinny, when she informs Joe Pesci that her “biological clock is tick-tick-ticking.” (If you haven’t seen it, stop being a dork and watch the clip.) When Daddy-in-Training and I started trying to get pregnant 4 years ago, I could… Read more »
Over the last 4 weeks or so, I’ve become increasingly desperate for three things: More sleep. A predictable daily schedule. Unrestricted access to coffee (see No. 1). It only took about 5 months, but the exhaustion has reached a new level. As Princess Mommy put it on Facebook a few weeks ago, my sleep bank is so overdrawn it should… Read more »
Dr. Phil says the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior, so based on that I’m pretty sure Emmett is never going to sleep again. Which means I will never sleep again. Today he actually took an hour-and-forty-nine-minute nap, the first burst of daytime sleep lasting more than 15 minutes in, I don’t know, weeks. Yet somehow it’s almost… Read more »
… as in “descending into.” The boys are 12 weeks and 1 day old, and I think I’m losing my mind. I don’t mean a bad case of mommy brain. I mean literally losing my mind. I hear crying constantly, even when they’re not crying. I’m in the shower on the other side of the house while they’re with the… Read more »
I think I’m a pretty good mom most of the time (nursing issues aside, but I’m coming to terms with those). That said, I’m also a pretty big klutz. Which explains why I keep dropping my babies. Now, don’t panic. We’re not talking about crashing-to-the-floor-from-standing-height dropping. We’re talking an-inch-or-so-from-my-arm-to-the-bed dropping. The babies don’t seem to mind it at all, but… Read more »