Mommy Blogs

So I've decided, for my own sanity, I need to stop reading mommy blogs. Now, this doesn't include you, Tam, because you're mostly past the baby-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night stage.

But I constantly find myself telling my boyfriend, "Oh, God, I really hope I'm able to breastfeed when I have kids," or "Do you KNOW how much a baby poops in one day?!" or "I can't imagine, EVER, having a newborn AND a toddler. I'll just sit down and die one day. I know it."

Today he told me to stop reading mommy blogs. There's no reason to freak myself out about something that isn't going to happen for the next ten years. Soooooo.......

I'll cut back. I promise.

(And yes, I did say "boyfriend". And it's a new one. All shall be told soon enough.)

I interrupt this monotony of non-blogging...

To simply say (and please pardon my language, but it must be used):

FUCK YEAH!

Obama, we love you.