tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889198640104358073.post3275629335978470970..comments2023-03-25T09:14:48.739-04:00Comments on Navapants: I wrote this early this morning. Nine hours at home and already I'm
thinking of deleting the entire post.Pantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03104302383249880790noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889198640104358073.post-85256795500861963952007-11-22T18:58:58.000-05:002007-11-22T18:58:58.000-05:00My mother said to me only a couple of days ago &qu...My mother said to me only a couple of days ago "tick tock, tick tock. Think about babies while those ovaries are still young."<br><br>Um, yeahhh. I feel your instincts on this one, with the same mental confusion that accompanies them.Tamaranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889198640104358073.post-47134782228641497832007-11-23T13:16:08.000-05:002007-11-23T13:16:08.000-05:00i totally wanted a family flag football game when ...i totally wanted a family flag football game when i saw Dan In Real Life too!Charlottehttp://www.princessrules.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889198640104358073.post-35195035019229561122007-11-24T05:11:38.000-05:002007-11-24T05:11:38.000-05:00I have those exact same urges! You're not alon...I have those exact same urges! You're not alone, Pants! It's such a weird feeling.Awkward Girlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6889198640104358073.post-68487527062670895152008-04-24T13:53:29.000-04:002008-04-24T13:53:29.000-04:00As a 33 year old with a one-year old daughter, I c...As a 33 year old with a one-year old daughter, I can tell you the confusion about whether you really want to be a mother or not never totally goes away. But I'm glad I got in a little living before I popped a baby out. And I'm glad that I got to know myself a little better before taking on the role of "mom". I think it makes the grueling parts a little easier to bear, and the fun parts a little more poignant. <br><br>There are days when I think she couldn't be any cuter, or dazzling, or smart, or just plain delightful. <br><br>And then there are days when I'm consumed by dread and think "what the fuck have I done?" When those days come I try to play with her in the grass or sneak away for a nice stiff drink with my friends. Everything is a mixed bag, right? <br><br>My nickname for her is "pants", by the way!Anonymomshttp://anonymoms.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com