Awkward
- Slipping your cell phone into the previously-snug waistband of your yoga pants, and suddenly finding it, uh, in your crotch. Appears that I am losing that baby weight after all
- Deviating from my normal social-media trends to all-excitedly share with the Facebook world that my daughter has successfully rolled over four times now – isn’t she an awesome 6.5-week-old? And getting a prompt string of replies assuring me that it’s all a fluke, and she won’t TRULY roll over for months now. Well thanks, people. I’ll just go back to posting song lyrics now.
- Realizing (as you’re striding out the door to church) that you completely forgot to thaw the pork for dinner, so plopping said frozen meat in the crockpot along with (yes, I’m serious) a limeade popsicle, still on the stick. Husband got very quiet, watching that one.
- Walking into your kitchen and hearing your neighbor’s baby/wife talking it up on your baby monitor, because you forgot to turn on *your* base unit upstairs. Likewise, realizing that they can hear us equally, during similar technological swaps. Further, realizing that we’d have NO idea if they were intentionally turning off *their* base unit, which evidently enables you to tune into the nearest, alternate same-brand monitor on your street. *wide-eyed*
- The stage between Being-Able-To-Keep-Your-Maternity-Pants-UP and Being-Able-To-Snap-Your-Pre-Pregnancy-Jeans-SHUT…
- Slipping your cell phone into the previously-snug waistband of your yoga pants, and suddenly finding it, uh, in your crotch. Appears that I am losing that baby weight after all
- Deviating from my normal social-media trends to all-excitedly share with the Facebook world that my daughter has successfully rolled over four times now – isn’t she an awesome 6.5-week-old? And getting a prompt string of replies assuring me that it’s all a fluke, and she won’t TRULY roll over for months now. Well thanks, people. I’ll just go back to posting song lyrics now.
- Realizing (as you’re striding out the door to church) that you completely forgot to thaw the pork for dinner, so plopping said frozen meat in the crockpot along with (yes, I’m serious) a limeade popsicle, still on the stick. Husband got very quiet, watching that one.
- Walking into your kitchen and hearing your neighbor’s baby/wife talking it up on your baby monitor, because you forgot to turn on *your* base unit upstairs. Likewise, realizing that they can hear us equally, during similar technological swaps. Further, realizing that we’d have NO idea if they were intentionally turning off *their* base unit, which evidently enables you to tune into the nearest, alternate same-brand monitor on your street. *wide-eyed*
- The stage between Being-Able-To-Keep-Your-Maternity-Pants-UP and Being-Able-To-Snap-Your-Pre-Pregnancy-Jeans-SHUT…
Awesome
- Our baby’s smile. It could melt snow.
- NOT being on speaker-phone during the aforementioned yoga-pants incident
- Shrinking to the point of being able to wear my wedding ring again!
- 4 a.m. showers. SO MUCH HOT WATER…!!!
- My husband, who instinctively offers, “You can sleep under my quilt and use my pillow” even when I’m super sick
- Daybook Girl, whose blog has kept me both amused and sane this past year, and whose own frank Awesome and Awkward Lists elicit tea-spitting levels of laughing
- Humming in harmony with the baby monitor, as your husband sings your daughter to sleep, while you rinse crusty dishes. So, this is love…Having our inventive pork crockpot meal turn out wonderfully (yes, I ultimately removed the popsicle stick)
- Our baby’s smile. It could melt snow.
- NOT being on speaker-phone during the aforementioned yoga-pants incident
- Shrinking to the point of being able to wear my wedding ring again!
- 4 a.m. showers. SO MUCH HOT WATER…!!!
- My husband, who instinctively offers, “You can sleep under my quilt and use my pillow” even when I’m super sick
- Daybook Girl, whose blog has kept me both amused and sane this past year, and whose own frank Awesome and Awkward Lists elicit tea-spitting levels of laughing
- Humming in harmony with the baby monitor, as your husband sings your daughter to sleep, while you rinse crusty dishes. So, this is love…Having our inventive pork crockpot meal turn out wonderfully (yes, I ultimately removed the popsicle stick)
