I know I'm no longer pregnant, but I still have an issue that I've yet to deal with. I see it all day on other mommy blogs, websites, facebook and witness it in person: a pregnant woman states that she pregnant to someone and they respond in the wrong way.
"I'm pregnant!"
The correct responses to this statement are:
- Congratulations!
- I'm so excited for you!
- That's so exciting!
- That's awesome
(Or other positive versions of those.)
Do NOT say:
- Oh, I'm so sorry!
- I didn't know that you were married! Oh, you're not? Well, you just HAVE to get married in order to have a baby!
- But you had your whole life ahead of you!
- Did you mean to get knocked up?
- You know what causes that, don't you?
- Anything that isn't on the correct response list.
I have no idea why common courtesy and politeness just gets thrown out the window when a woman announces that she is pregnant. A lady most likely wouldn't be smiling ear to ear, lovingly rubbing her belly, or be beaming excitedly while announcing that she is pregnant unless she happy about being pregnant.
-end rant.
Matt and I have two cats, Trinity and Andromeda. While I was pregnant, they would sit on my tummy and enjoy the extra warmth. Now, I'm convinced that they were talking to her and telling her that she is a cat and teaching her their ways.
For example: The moment after you change/clean a cat's litter box there will be a cat in there making it unclean, if you know what I mean. If you have cats, you may know where I'm going with this. As soon as we change Rylee's diaper, she'll make that unclean. Every. Single. Time.
Moral of the story: get a dog.
I'm Tiffany and I'm a mother of one. I have a fairly normal life-as normal as can be expected with a new baby. I decided to start to this blog to help me get my feelings and thoughts out. Writing has always been a great outlet for me and I felt like it was time to start up again.
My daughter, Rylee, is now a little over four months old and it has already been quite a ride. She was born prematurely at 29 weeks and spent two months in the NICU. I'll go over the birth story, labor, and the journey though the NICU in detail later, but for now I'm just trying to give you the overview.
I was that girl who always said that she never wanted children. "Just yank my ovaries out now and tie me up; I'm never having children!" I remember those times-I was so naive. Then, I met the man of dreams, Matt. My stone cold stance of 'no children ever' turned into 'I could see having a family with him.' And then came the baby obsession. There was this weird switch the got turned on and all I could talk, think, or breathe had to do with babies, getting pregnant, or starting a family. Matt and I agreed to wait until the spring of 2014 to start trying for a baby.
Right now you might be thinking: But Tiffany, it isn't 2014 nor the spring. Plus, your baby is four months old. What happened? You'd be right. I got sick in the beginning of the year. I hate being sick and rarely am, but when I am it is rough. Instead of taking my birth control pills every day like I was supposed to, I focused on getting better. Then sex happened ...
I took a home pregnancy test and those two pink lines popped up. Matt was a little less than thrilled at first because of that plan we had worked out, but he came around. I made an appointment with a doctor to confirm the pregnancy and the night before I was to go in, he proposed. Not because he wanted to get married before the baby, (I think that train of thought is too old fashioned) but because he wanted to make sure I knew he was committed to me, the baby, our family.
Here I am today-Rylee napping on my boob (just like her Daddy-a boob lover) and me googling things about motherhood and if she's meeting milestones or her poop is the right color. By the way, I never knew I would be so invested in poop knowledge-that news should get out to ladies who want to be mothers. I love my little girl with all my heart and this blog is just to help me keep my sanity and sort feelings out for my sake.
