I have no idea what day it is. I have a two-year old, a newborn, a husband and a house.
The house is a mess. Not just “disorderly” mess. Like, it is pretty much unhygienic at this point. I haven’t been able to walk around barefoot in about a week now. I put shoes on to walk to the kitchen, it is that gross.
There is a pile of clothes about the height of a small giant person in my dining room.
This is the “ironing” pile. Every day I tell Graeme “I’m going to start on that ironing tonight”, but by 8pm I am passed out and drooling.
So today Noah went to play at my mom’s house. I can not tell you how amazing this day is.
It is 11am and I am still in bed. Benjamin is a good little baby. He is sleeping here next to … Read the rest

The weeks after having a baby is a bit like being a teenage girl.

Your body goes through all sorts of changes that you don’t really know how to deal with.
I thought I would be wiser the second time around, with the help of my Graeme -who is pretty much not scared of anything (anymore).

He has watched the worst labor-ever,  with Noah. He endured all sorts of verbal-almost-physical abuse. He has seen things that I never wanted anybody to see. I can honestly say that he has seen me at my absolute worst, and then some.
I am shy. When I say I am shy, I really am. And I hate medicine. I’m the girl that asks you to crush up her Panado on a spoon with syrup before I will go near it.

Sometimes I knew something was coming, and I had the luxury of chasing him … Read the rest