It’s a fuzzy pressure behind my eyes when Cal, Jo and I pad downstairs in the morning. It’s a weight pulling my shoulders forward and down after I sing “Happy Birthday pancake” (long story) and close Cal’s door for naptime. 299 more words
Tags » Becoming A Mother
I’m not a mom.
And because I’m not a mom, I know that I’ll have other moms tell me that I have no right to talk about “mom things” until I’ve experienced eighteen excruciating hours of labor with no epidural, have a stomach that was once tight become riddled with stretch marks and have watched my ass inflate three times the size. 762 more words