catewill
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catewill

I knew many people who had trouble breastfeeding or decided not to, but I always planned on it & just thought it would come easily for some reason. It did not (for reasons I won't list as would be too long). It was devastating to me. I hired 2 different lactation consultants. I pumped 8x a day - basically I nursed my

we had the morning sex on the day of the wedding. I didn't do any of that abstaining a week or month before our wedding either - that's just not for me.

my husband and I solved that problem (although it wasn't planned or anything) by having sex that morning before the wedding. I'm not dogging my friends who decided to spend the night before their wedding away from their grooms, but that's just not my style. Our wedding was lots of fun & we returned to our hotel tipsy,

like I said,complaining is cathartic (especially when funny). Looking at Pinterest type shit makes want to get hide in a hole because I suck if I'm supposed to be crafting party favors out of artisanal Popsicle sticks.

I understand it's not my body but trying to unpack the loaded messages we get from the culture doesn't hurt. I'm tired of this new trendy feminism where we aren't allowed to ask questions or think critically anymore.

I completely disagree. As someone who has gotten botox numerous times & would get a nose job on the down low if no one would find out, I think it's alright to feel some anger towards a culture (a world?) that tells women that our self worth & appearance are intrinsically connected.

I'm not anti plastic surgery & people should be able to do what they want, but it's completely disingenuous to pretend like doing your hair & make up is the same as being put under & someone cutting your face (or breaking your bones in the case of a nose job).

How? Because I think you are really reaching here. . .

I realized I contradicted myself on the complaining part. Forgive me, my brain has been turned to mush after breathing copious baby farts.

am I allowed to complain that up until recently my job was being a buyer for a high end boutique (& I stupidly spent the majority of my income on clothes) & now nothing I own is practical for hanging out with/nursing a baby so I wear the same dirty shorts & t shirts everyday. And one day when I wore a (still dirty)

I don't have those things & I complain (although my life is privileged compared to many). This baby rearing/staying at home is all new to me & it's fun, boring & overwhelming all at once. I actually appreciate my friends (whether they work or stay at home - actually almost all my friends with kids work) to not be so

100% agree. Yes, it's terrible the hospital didn't diagnose him correctly the first time, but give me a fucking break - Ebola had never been diagnosed outside of Africa at that point

I still think that's a bit unfair. Yes it's terrible that they didn't admit him the first time but it's human error - no one had ever been diagnosed with Ebola in the US before. And yes, I know he told them he'd come from Liberia but he also told the hospital that he hadn't been around anyone who was ill which is

I put more blame on the CDC - you would think they would be in charge considering this was the first patient diagnosed in the US with Ebola.

I doubt it. . . It would just be too lame to use the same storyline again.