….Lest Ye Be a Judgeypants
When I got pregnant, it was like being given a licence to kill…a bitch with a hormonal badge that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. I knew exactly what I wanted
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When I got pregnant, it was like being given a licence to kill…a bitch with a hormonal badge that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. I knew exactly what I wanted
I figure if I am going to ask y’all to bare your souls, I should probably bare mine. So here goes. I had/HAVE a stepson, his name was/IS Brody. He
So we all know I had a baby. A late baby – I was 37 when I had her. We waited a long time for her egg to get it’s
Dear Friends, Let’s be honest from the get-go…this letter is not for all of you. It’s not for my friends who have kids. Ok, let’s be honest again – it
I have been badgered and harassed for a few months now to write a post or not about parenting. I have been staunchly against it, but clearly not as steadfast