Aaaaaaaand, I’m back. But it might be in small intervals in the coming weeks (considering that I have a new little small creature to look after between running after LadyP). So, I’ll introduce you to the new chick who will serve as added entertainment and inspiration for TheFabMom… meet LilSis (until I come up with…
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FACETIME. I’ll show you mine…
Aw hell…. I’ll show you mine regardless. My bump… and my diaper – (OOPS! I keep getting ahead of myself!) – I mean, HOSPITAL bag. I’ve got the usuals, but since I’ve done this before I’ve added a heavily-overlooked go-to lifesaver to my having-a-baby supplies. WATCH: THE REST OF MY LIST? Toothbrush/toiletries… A fluffy pillow……
Giveaway! Who wants fabulously-free diapers?
Now that I’ve stopped denying that I’m going to have TWO (!!?!?!) un-pottytrained munchkins under my roof the next year, diapers are all I can think about. The thought of them kinda makes me crazy lately. Changes with LadyP currently go like this: Screaming. Squirming. Kicking. Rolling. Standing. Attempting to bungee jump off the changing…
Fab Tip: STOP.
STOP. Obviously, I have (as it’s been more than a week since my last post). Had no other choice. Countless false contractions, cramping and various things falling out from down under (that’s as most of an explanation as you’re gonna get) have convinced me that it’s time to STOP for a little bit. (I self-induced…
C-section birth: When your husband’s friend sees it all.
In two weeks, my husband’s friend will see my you-know-what-part-down-there… for the second time. I’m bracing myself for it. I’m looking forward to it. I’m scared of it. I’m embarrassed by it. I’m excited for it. In the name of a second C-section birth. The first time we did this party was about a year and…
The Big Valentine’s Day Suck-Up.
This ‘Fab Mom’ crap is getting a bit tiresome now that I’ve got 3 (THREE!!!) weeks until Go-Day #2 (aka: the birth of my second baby). Yes, all due to being pregnant on Valentine’s Day. I feel good on the inside (minus a cold that WON’T go away), fat on the outside and just want…
I’m outing my hubby. He wants *THIS* for Valentine’s Day.
Considering that I did not get *permission* from my Hubby to write this, I may (or may not) be in a teeny-weeny little argument now that this is live online for all of you to see. My Hubby is manly, tough, can install recessed lighting on command and is also a pretty smart cookie in…
