That I would cheer for someone when they used the potty and that they would return the favor when they insisted on being present every – single – time – I used the bathroom. That I would have entire conversations perched on the tub with someone while they pooped (and not have had alcohol been involved) That I would have to ask someone not to stick ping pong balls in my bra. That I […]
Before I was pregnant with my first daughter I had a potty mouth of epic proportions that only got progressively worse when I was became pregnant. I would coin R-rated phrasings so effortlessly during a fit of road rage that you would think that during those 9 months, I was being scripted by Quentin Tarantino. However, I knew that swearing would have to be curtailed once the niblet arrived since […]
Use advanced navigation for a better experience.
You can quickly scroll through posts by pressing the above keyboard keys. Now press Esc to close this window.
