Sunday, August 29, 2010

They call it 'Mommy Blogging' for a reason...

In case you don't understand the title of this post, IT IS A WARNING. This post contains some very, um, mommyish things. So don't tell me I didn't warn you. 

I've been spending a lot of time on a certain activity as of late. And no, I don't mean cleaning up dog puke, (wait, that was Matt) or bathing my one year old every single morning as a result of his maddeningly consistent morning blow outs, or systematically taking every imaginable privilege away from my four year old in order to force gently encourage him to do his business on the potty. No, this is something else entirely.

I know I'm not the only one that does this. In fact, one of my very best friends is a pro at this game. Come to think of it, she probably introduced me to it. You know who you are!

I think that my recent obsession with this is due to the fact that there is someone special in my life that just spent some time playing the game and her end result was positive. You know, the opposite of negative. Or it could be that many, many of my friends have either had a baby in the last year or are currently pregnant, or both. (Yeah, that's right, both.)

The name of this time consuming activity is, "Leave me alone and let me stare at my negative pregnancy test and try to imagine a second line."

Yeah. It makes no sense. We are NOT trying for a baby; I don't really even want a baby right now. Matt is just getting established in his new job, I am insanely busy at my job, and I am feeling pretty darn overwhelmed just balancing loving on the two I already have with everything else in my life. So really, if that little line I'm tyring so hard to imagine did in fact show up, I would be, well, a lot little bit more overwhelmed. (And really freaking excited.)                                     
                                                                                                                                                


                                                                                                                                                                             
But that isn't the point. It's stupid fun to stare at little white pee sticks and carry them from room to room just in case the changing light will magically reveal that second line. I'm not alone, right?!?! RIGHT?!?!?

(One final point. For those of you that know where I work and may be feeling suspicious about where I am obtaining all these tests, I put $5 in petty cash, OK?! And I even have the petty cash balance sheet to prove it. So there. )

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