Posted by: Anonymous
Apologies to the Author for the late submission, I have been having some technical errors with the mail account.
I just so wish that SW who is working with adoption could just try to be more sensitive about the issue regarding adoption. I know they put the baby first and it is right, but some let you feel because you can't have children of your own or struggle to fall pregnant you're a freak and then also you have to pay so many administration costs that you could just buy a baby on the black market (think it would be much cheaper) and then also they want you to pay the hospital bill for the birth mom.
In the end there is so many costs involve that you can't give your LO everything he/she need or everything you so desperately want to give to LO.
Just another woman who try to adopt.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
My Darling Husband
Warning: Strong Language
My Darling Husband,
This is a letter to let you know that I am not in fact PMSing.
I am in fact just tired. And here is why.
I am tired of you getting all the perks of a 'stay at home mom', with none of the drudge work. I still have to change shitty nappies, deal with the colic bouts and get up for the night feeds. You do none of it.
You bitch at me at 4 in the morning when the baby needs to be fed, and ask stupid questions like, "what's wrong with him now"? You get sensitive when I get snappy or answer your stupid question with a stupid answer!
I am tired, I am surviving on 5 hours sleep a night. I am stressed because I am running your business for you, earning a quarter of your salary, so that you can play doll during the day. I am unhappy because 'our' son, your boy from a previous marriage, and whom I have mothered for almost 10 years did not even bother to spend more than 30 minutes with me on Mothers Day, despite his dead beat incubator, never being in the picture. I am irritable because I am expected to be perfect. I am angry because you continue to tell people how incredibly tired you are. And mostly, I am about to bash your brains in because you keep telling me that I need to get my hormones checked out.
FUCK YOU, I had a baby a few months ago! What have you done?
My Darling Husband,
This is a letter to let you know that I am not in fact PMSing.
I am in fact just tired. And here is why.
I am tired of you getting all the perks of a 'stay at home mom', with none of the drudge work. I still have to change shitty nappies, deal with the colic bouts and get up for the night feeds. You do none of it.
You bitch at me at 4 in the morning when the baby needs to be fed, and ask stupid questions like, "what's wrong with him now"? You get sensitive when I get snappy or answer your stupid question with a stupid answer!
I am tired, I am surviving on 5 hours sleep a night. I am stressed because I am running your business for you, earning a quarter of your salary, so that you can play doll during the day. I am unhappy because 'our' son, your boy from a previous marriage, and whom I have mothered for almost 10 years did not even bother to spend more than 30 minutes with me on Mothers Day, despite his dead beat incubator, never being in the picture. I am irritable because I am expected to be perfect. I am angry because you continue to tell people how incredibly tired you are. And mostly, I am about to bash your brains in because you keep telling me that I need to get my hormones checked out.
FUCK YOU, I had a baby a few months ago! What have you done?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Random
Author: Anon
Warnings: I really don't know what to type here, I suppose female TMI?
You know when you're fairly certain Aunt Flo has left. She hasn't shown even a small trace of her being around. You finally gain enough confidence to wear that pair of crisp white panties you've been avoiding for the last week. And then you go the whole day being paranoid, so you keep running to the toilet to check and you've wiped yourself so many times that your lady bits have a protesting since the first 16 wipes. So you make it through the entire day without any incidences and you're driving home in traffic and the only thing that's left to remind you of your day of obsession is the slight sting left in your nether regions, and you sit down and have a glass of wine to unwind and it's all a distant memory. You run a bath, and undress and there in your clean white underwear the bitch has left you a little brown present!
Warnings: I really don't know what to type here, I suppose female TMI?
You know when you're fairly certain Aunt Flo has left. She hasn't shown even a small trace of her being around. You finally gain enough confidence to wear that pair of crisp white panties you've been avoiding for the last week. And then you go the whole day being paranoid, so you keep running to the toilet to check and you've wiped yourself so many times that your lady bits have a protesting since the first 16 wipes. So you make it through the entire day without any incidences and you're driving home in traffic and the only thing that's left to remind you of your day of obsession is the slight sting left in your nether regions, and you sit down and have a glass of wine to unwind and it's all a distant memory. You run a bath, and undress and there in your clean white underwear the bitch has left you a little brown present!
Sex & Babies
I'm posting here, because I have family that read my other blog, but I'd really like your opinions here ladies regardless of whether you have a baby, are preg, or not.
How do you feel about sex and babies? More specifically, how do you feel about sex and babies in the room with you. I really didn't have a problem with the whole concept. In fact, our sex life has been amazing since giving birth, but since baby has become alert and is quite clearly taking everything in, I'm just not sure. I know that he's under 6 months and that there is no possible way that he will consciously remember Mom and Dad on the job, but somehow just knowing that he could be awake and hearing or, God forbid, seeing the act is a buzz kill.
My husband doesn't seem to have a problem, but then we know men are horn dogs. It's clearly time to move the youngen out of our room, but I really need to know if I'm being paranoid here.
All opinions are welcome, I've opened comments to all and sundry.
Thanks ladies.
How do you feel about sex and babies? More specifically, how do you feel about sex and babies in the room with you. I really didn't have a problem with the whole concept. In fact, our sex life has been amazing since giving birth, but since baby has become alert and is quite clearly taking everything in, I'm just not sure. I know that he's under 6 months and that there is no possible way that he will consciously remember Mom and Dad on the job, but somehow just knowing that he could be awake and hearing or, God forbid, seeing the act is a buzz kill.
My husband doesn't seem to have a problem, but then we know men are horn dogs. It's clearly time to move the youngen out of our room, but I really need to know if I'm being paranoid here.
All opinions are welcome, I've opened comments to all and sundry.
Thanks ladies.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Want to shout it from the mountain tops, but can't or won't
Author: Anon
Comments: Welcome
For the 1st time in 4 years I am crying with joy.
I have a positive result, 2 lines, a beta of 157.
I want to shout it from the top of the mountains, but I won't.
My husband and I will be the only ones to know for the next 6 weeks.
Finally our turn has come. Praise God!
Comments: Welcome
For the 1st time in 4 years I am crying with joy.
I have a positive result, 2 lines, a beta of 157.
I want to shout it from the top of the mountains, but I won't.
My husband and I will be the only ones to know for the next 6 weeks.
Finally our turn has come. Praise God!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Who are they to judge me!
Author: Anon.
Warning: Some strong language
We went to a braai on the weekend with so called friends. I hate being in a group now, I feel like crawling into a hole, and living for only me and my husband. I don't fit in anymore, my friends have kids, or are having kids. They all show this "concern" about our journey, but they don't know shit! They pretend to understand, to be sympathetic but they just don't care. I used to think they cared but now I know they don't. I overheard them whispering about me, about how me and my husband were just not meant to be together right from the begining. How this was quite obviously a sign that we are not meant to be together.
Fuck them! Who are they to judge. I know so many of them who's husbands are abusive, drinking arseholes, who would never stick with their wives if they had to go through this. I'm done with all this crap, I'm over their judgemental ways. I never wish bad on anyone, but I won't be going anywhere near them anymore. I don't need this shit in my life
Warning: Some strong language
We went to a braai on the weekend with so called friends. I hate being in a group now, I feel like crawling into a hole, and living for only me and my husband. I don't fit in anymore, my friends have kids, or are having kids. They all show this "concern" about our journey, but they don't know shit! They pretend to understand, to be sympathetic but they just don't care. I used to think they cared but now I know they don't. I overheard them whispering about me, about how me and my husband were just not meant to be together right from the begining. How this was quite obviously a sign that we are not meant to be together.
Fuck them! Who are they to judge. I know so many of them who's husbands are abusive, drinking arseholes, who would never stick with their wives if they had to go through this. I'm done with all this crap, I'm over their judgemental ways. I never wish bad on anyone, but I won't be going anywhere near them anymore. I don't need this shit in my life
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Demand
All day, every day, demand.
I have no time for me.
When did I lose the person I was?
Where did my individuality go?
At what point did I care more about everyone other than me.
How do I stop?
When do the pieces of me return?
I have no time for me.
When did I lose the person I was?
Where did my individuality go?
At what point did I care more about everyone other than me.
How do I stop?
When do the pieces of me return?
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