Over the past eight months, I have struggled to find a reason to write happy posts or find humor in the small things. At the beginning of December my boyfriend and I found out that we were pregnant. I had just started a new job after being laid off twice over the course of two months, … Continue reading self(LESS) – A Birthmother’s Pain
Tag: Mom
My Twenty First
WOOHOO! 21! YEAH! My 21st birthday was on mother's day, so I always knew I was going to spend it with her doing something. We are extreme couponers in my house, and we actually managed to basically get a night free at a casino nearby, as well as get $40 in free play each. We … Continue reading My Twenty First
Why I need rewards to be food…
I like to think that I am a go-getter, intrinsically motivated, and bursting with a passion for life, but I know that I am lying to myself. I am actually bursting with a coffee bloat, I online shop so I do not have to go-get anything, and I am motivated purely off of my own … Continue reading Why I need rewards to be food…
My first haircut…
When I was a small child, I had the prettiest curly, brown locks of hair. My hair went down to my butt, and my parents helped keep it pretty by brushing my hair for me every day. I was ADORABLE, but then one fateful day... my world changed for the worse! I was around 4 … Continue reading My first haircut…
Why I shower with the curtain partially open…
It is self-defense really. No one wants to walk into the bathroom when there is someone ready with a high-powered supersoaker standing guard waiting for their attack. In my house growing up my dad always thought it was funny to pour ice and cold water over the shower curtain. He would sneak into the bathroom … Continue reading Why I shower with the curtain partially open…
Once I puked all over my parents…
This is the first memory I have that I can still remember so I better write it down now. When I was maybe 4 years old I was my parents' world. I had beautiful long brown hair, I was sociable, I rarely cried, and I was able to entertain myself. I was also rarely sick, … Continue reading Once I puked all over my parents…
