Podophobia, Newborn Difficulties, & Sleep Talk
Podophobia Definition: a typical phobic condition in which you feel disturbed and irritated when you look at feet, touch feet (may be yours or someone else’s) or even talk about feet. You even dislike people coming and touching your own foot. The feeling is unexplainable. (Thanks to Phobia Fear Release for that excellent definition.) My name is Sarah, and I’m a podophobic. It’s true. I have an irrational dislike of feat. I might even consider it a fear of sorts. How do I know I have a problem? I pick up Taylor’s socks with a t-shirt when transporting them to the laundry room. Oh, and I get really sweaty and…
Not "Real Labor", NICU, & Dad Quotes
This is going to be the best blog post ever. Why? Because BECKETT IS FINALLY HERE!!! This means a few things: 1) I’m not pregnant anymore. 2) The earth is now graced with the most precious little person in the world. 3) I will force all the world to look at endless pictures of him. If you aren’t interested in the story of his coming into the world (and no I’m not going to give disgusting details…no one wants to hear that) then skip to the bottom and view precious pictures before moving on with your day. Otherwise, here we go: Not “Real Labor” A week ago Friday night, I…
Missing: One Nursery Inhabitant
With approximately 2-5 weeks to go, we finally have our nursery all put together and ready for action. All we’re missing is one Beckett Brooks to occupy this new space. My mom spent a few days here helping me run around town to make all the final purchases for the nursery, and it finally all came together. It still hasn’t seemed real that I’m about to have a baby…even during the showers, setting up the nursery, etc. It wasn’t until I started packing my diaper bag and Taylor’s manly backpack (that happens to have diapers in it) that it hit me. I mean…this is coming up really soon. Yikes. The…
Idiot…isms, Strangers, & Project Nursery
I’ve been stricken with the stupid bug. Throughout the course of being pregnant, I’ve gotten progressively more stupid. Just when you think it gets as bad as humanly possible, it takes a turn for the dumber. I can’t remember if this is on my list of symptoms no one warns you about (found here), but good grief…it’s ridiculous. For those of you clever folks thinking about commenting something like, “Just wait until after the baby is born…” or “Wait until the second time around” or something like that, don’t even think about it. Let me have my moment. Recently, I have: attempted to open my home’s front door with my…
