I didn't miss that bitch. AF, not SIL.
Everything went fine with SIL (I like) visiting. She only looked a little pregnant; I wasn't too bothered by it. However, I was annoyed with her whinging about buying 3 new car seats, as she's stuck with her American SUV overseas. Also how she's going to gain so much weight this pregnancy, as she hasn't had a chance to lose it from the last. Cry me a river.
My first real AF after birth was just horrendous. Let's just say I had to wear those nighttime pads that resemble tug boats, and a super tampon...during the DAY!! I contemplated going to A&E, as I was changing them every hour. How could I still be alive after all that blood loss?! That was a big fuck off from AF. Apparently she's here to stay and we're going to have many years together. Lovely.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
My in-laws are great! Said no one, ever.
Ok maybe some people have fantastic in laws, but I don't know of any.
Last night we had our weekly visit to in laws of where they like us to stay for all hours. In which I don't agree as my son has a bed time, otherwise he gets very displeased and screams if he doesn't get placed in his cot for the night. MIL had some quips, of course. She remarked on how we only brought one bottle. Sorry, your grandson isn't old enough to stay out all day...and you don't put him to bed. It's my call. Then, she made another comment on how he needs to learn to eat with spoon. She had asked me about how trying rice cereal, and I told her he had through a special bottle. It didn't agree with him. Woman, do shut up! I will do what works for us. I'm surprised that's all the snide remarks she had for me; I suppose I should count myself lucky.
SIL (I like) and her lot are coming over from Italy for a funeral on Monday. This is the one that is pregnant yet again. She has a serious issue with taking her BC. If only it were that easy for some.
Anyways, Infertile Ingrid isn't looking forward to her appearance. It doesn't hurt as much as before, but I'm still a little jealous.
Last night we had our weekly visit to in laws of where they like us to stay for all hours. In which I don't agree as my son has a bed time, otherwise he gets very displeased and screams if he doesn't get placed in his cot for the night. MIL had some quips, of course. She remarked on how we only brought one bottle. Sorry, your grandson isn't old enough to stay out all day...and you don't put him to bed. It's my call. Then, she made another comment on how he needs to learn to eat with spoon. She had asked me about how trying rice cereal, and I told her he had through a special bottle. It didn't agree with him. Woman, do shut up! I will do what works for us. I'm surprised that's all the snide remarks she had for me; I suppose I should count myself lucky.
SIL (I like) and her lot are coming over from Italy for a funeral on Monday. This is the one that is pregnant yet again. She has a serious issue with taking her BC. If only it were that easy for some.
Anyways, Infertile Ingrid isn't looking forward to her appearance. It doesn't hurt as much as before, but I'm still a little jealous.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I can't hide from the mommy club
I've had my first mother to mother encounter. *cringes*
A few weeks after I have birth, I ran into a former co worker while grocery shopping. She congratulated me on my baby and rambled on about how her friends don't have children, it is so difficult to get on with any if them. Before I knew it, she was handing me her contact information for future play dates. I'm sorry dear, but Infertile Ingrid is just not on board with having a lunch chat all about children. As much as I love my child, I'm just not comfortable talking about him incessantly. For one, I'm still learning day to day about parenting. Lastly, I have had enough "helpful advice" to process for a lifetime.
Don't get me wrong, I have a group of ladies I can consult. But I can't be one of those mothers who meet twice a week for a cuppa joe with other mothers, talk about their children till the cows come home, and then we assemble our fleet of prams for a leisurely stroll. Just, no. Lol.
A few weeks after I have birth, I ran into a former co worker while grocery shopping. She congratulated me on my baby and rambled on about how her friends don't have children, it is so difficult to get on with any if them. Before I knew it, she was handing me her contact information for future play dates. I'm sorry dear, but Infertile Ingrid is just not on board with having a lunch chat all about children. As much as I love my child, I'm just not comfortable talking about him incessantly. For one, I'm still learning day to day about parenting. Lastly, I have had enough "helpful advice" to process for a lifetime.
Don't get me wrong, I have a group of ladies I can consult. But I can't be one of those mothers who meet twice a week for a cuppa joe with other mothers, talk about their children till the cows come home, and then we assemble our fleet of prams for a leisurely stroll. Just, no. Lol.
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