The ONE thing NOBODY is ever allowed to ask you...

"Do you know what you're having?". Wanna know why? Because that would mean that you had the guts to ask the dreaded question, "When are you due?". This is another no no.

What is wrong with people?

So, I got asked this at the grocery store today, on the way home from a very long and taxing day full of crap that grew horns that included more work than any one person can possibly handle. The poor 17 year old cashier was most likely mortified after my curt response of "I'm not pregnant" and a look that could slice a tomato with a dull knife. I'm sure she's suffering internally.

So, what's a girl to do? Go home and eat her feelings. Feelings that include banana pudding.

Tomorrow is another day...

Defeat

I have always had a problem with optimism. I have never been a “glass half full” type of girl. I mean, I am not always a Negative Nancy either, but generally, I am not a Polly Positive. I like to call it – Keepin’ It Real-ism. Things are what they are with me… as in, I have a very real “black and white” type of issue with certain situations. So with all of that being said, I readily accept defeat on a regular basis. Defeat. As in, I didn’t stick to that diet, or the latest DIY trend didn’t work out for me or I didn’t get pregnant on the first try... As a general rule, I’m genuinely surprised when things DO work out in my favor.

I have been defeated. Defeated by diaper rash. Seriously… I have never claimed to be super mom, but I cannot tackle this! I have a remedy for everything. Even my remedies aren’t working. It has consumed me. Lucky for Brooke, she’s not much affected by said rash. In fact, you’d never know she had one if it weren’t for looking. But her red, rashy, heiny just breaks my heart!

((and before you ask, yes I’ve ruled out the red flags.. she has no fever. Yes she’s getting a molar. No changes to diapers, milk, foods, detergents, etc,. And she did just get over a cold.))