Probably because you will realize that my cooking is awful and your dad can only make about five different things.
For now I will teach you everything I know about cooking: read a recipe, add ingredients, knead the bread dough, lick the cookie dough off the mixers, and call grandma Brooksby with questions every thirty seconds.
That's it. That's everything I know about cooking.
The job will be yours as soon as you are tall enough to see the top of the counter.
So start practicing.
And good luck. (Don't tell your dad I told you this, but he's a picky eater.)
Why is it that now that we are trying to have a baby that my menstrual cycle decides to go completely haywire on me?
I mean, super long periods and then extremely late ovulation cannot be a good thing when trying to conceive, right?
Well, that's what I thought, too. (not that you were really thinking about it. I know you try to avoid anything that has to do with this kind of stuff, if you can help it.)
So, today I decided to jump on google and see what I can find on the subject of late ovulation.
I didn't expect to find what I did.
My heart sunk at all the bad news late ovulation brings: the egg starts to go "bad" by the time it is released, I will likely start my next period before the fertilized egg can successfully implant, and I can have a chemical pregnancy.
I don't even know how to process this information right now.
Brooklyn was so easy to come by that I never even considered the fact that I could have a hard time getting pregnant.
I'm trying to come to grips with the idea that this may take a while.
I'm trying to figure out if we should even try until my cycle returns to normal, because I would hate to have a chemical pregnancy every month until it does.
I'm trying to not stress about it because that can't help.
I'm trying to tell myself that this isn't that big of a deal and there are people that try for years and years and sometimes still can't have a baby.
I'm still sad. And a little confused. And probably over reacting.
But I'm trying.
I don't think conference weekend could have come at a better time for me. I know it will help.
You like to put things around the back of your neck like a scarf.
Today you were doing just that with a piece of stretchy lace that I cut off a shirt.
So when you threw a fit, I decided to put you in time-out, but I didn't want to put you in your crib with the lace because it is a choking hazard (ironic).
In the middle of your fit I went to grab the lace and ended up grabbing the wrong side, so instead of pulling the lace off, I ended up tightening it around you neck and giving you an awful "rope burn".
Now every time I look at you I feel super guilty and when people see you I say "I swear I didn't try to kill my child! It was an accident, okay? Stop judging me!!"