You may think that the glamorous side of motherhood starts when the baby is born and you have a little person who tries to pee on you and needs you to change their diapers and occasionally throws up on or near you. But you're wrong. It starts when you're 30 weeks pregnant and you cough/sneeze/breathe and come seriously dangerously close to peeing your pants. Like, really really really close. Scary close. That's when the real fun begins. And I still have 10 weeks of near-peeing my pants to go. I hope its just near-peeing and not actual peeing my pants. Fingers (and legs) crossed.
Sometimes I have some profound crap to say. Other times you will be forced to look at pictures of my adorable children while I talk about how cute I know they are. I'm often prone to crazy run-on sentences and I enjoy starting sentences with the word "and". If you don't like that, well I don't care, cause I'm pretty sure the only one who reads this blog is my mom.