Like so many modern celebrations, Baby Showers have arrived in the UK from North America. It’s a real tradition over there and, like High School Proms, Halloween and Black Friday, one of those exciting social events that is catching on big time over here.
The idea is simple but universally appealing. Throw a party for the pregnant mother and her…
As a new generation of influencers crop up on the net and veteran bloggers continue to idealize the way for interacting with brands and getting paid, companies the world over are vying for the attention of both. Some are wooing bloggers with the prospect of lucrative affiliate deals while others pile influencers with products for reviews, added with a monetary benefit. Some companies are flying…
When I was pregnant with Nathaniel I was two weeks overdue and had convinced myself that there was a good chance that I would be pregnant FOREVER. Perhaps I’d incubated the one baby that would be perfectly content to stay in my uterus and could only be pried out with the words, “It’s time to leave for college, you little freeloader!”
During that last two weeks I had a lot of VERY strange dreams. There was the one where I was trying to get in an elevator and my belly didn’t fit (and if you ever saw a picture of that gut, you’d understand why I dreamed that) and the door kept opening and shutting on my baby belly….then when the baby was born it had two gigantic dents in the side of its head. There was the one where I dreamed I could reach inside my belly button and pull the baby out so that I could play with it and cuddle it and then just shove it back in when ever anyone came around.
And I was still allowed to TAKE the baby home from the hospital!
But last night I’d perused a website and clicked on a video and beheld a sight that tormented my dreams in a fresh new way of horrible. I have small children, I’m very familiar with Noggin,. I’ve tripped over a shoe, racked my knee into the coffee table and nearly killed myself more than once trying to reach the remote to turn THIS show off. Yo Gabba Gabba. Yet, last night I let myself be lured into clicking into a youtube video and watched the most inane bit of tv programming ever to hit HDTV. It is 2 minutes of my life I’ll never get back.
In my sleep I kept hearing, “So yummy, so yummy!” and I kept getting up to turn it off, only to realize I was asleep and I couldn’t turn it off. Then my dream self would go back to sleep only to “wake up” to that song again…and on and on.
I once stayed awake for 3 nights straight after watching Nightmare on Elm Street 3. This was worse.