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…
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A few good reasons to wear a tight white shirt at 8 months preggers in Vegas.
Viva Las Vegas! Booze. Wild sex. Hangovers. All of which I had nothing to do with on this recent trip. It was the most controlled and sober Sin City experience I’ve ever had (and hope to have, for that matter). Thank you, Baby Bump. But I did have lots of fun. Mostly thanks to Hubby,…
I’ve been lying to all of you. Don’t hate. Just read.
Yes, I’m knocked up (again). Preggo (again). Temporarily-unemployable in TV-host land (again). And I’ve been living a lie to all of you since I first found out. Yup, there’ll be another incarnation of LadyP in our home come early March. For the record, I fully blame Savvy Sassy Moms for this: You see, I went to a…
I killed this bitch all by myself.
Fabulous often means putting fear aside and doing things yourself. Even if you don’t want to and are screaming nonstop while doing it… while your baby is sitting in her high chair squealing on the verge of tears because Mommy is freaking out over trying to safely kill a horrific black widow on the kitchen…
My Lady-of-the-Night moneymaker. Shh! Don’t tell the baby.
If you think about it, it’s the perfect job for a mom: Leaving your baby in the middle of night. No babysitter needed (assuming you have a spouse at home). No need to provide eating/napping instructions to anyone. No need to go through the rigamarole of saying ‘bye-bye’ to baby and sneaking out the door…
The definition of fab this week? Shaving my legs and working out with a Swiffer.
Out of pure boredom (and a VERY slow work schedule lately), I experimented on myself. I went all 1950’s housewife and decided to pursue satisfaction through doing simple things. This week, “bored” was to become the new “fab.” How very desperate housewifey of me, no? No more stinky yucky dishes in the sink. No more…
The thing that saved my a$$ this week…
It was a busy week. The thing that saved me? Nighttime showers. Silly, but true. This week turned out to be a 5-day workweek for me (woohoooo!!!) and was chock full with prepping (shopping, cooking, wrapping, planting… basically anything with an -ing on the end of it) for LadyP’s 1st birthday party this Saturday (post…
