We ARE Pregnant – Why Mila is Wrong

Source: Time.com

When Mila Kunis made her rant about men with pregnant mates saying “we are pregnant” I heard a colletive cheer from mothers and mothers to be from every end of the universe. And while I understand the difference between being pregnant and being WITH someone who is pregnant, I have to say that I don’t agree. Many men and wives of doting husbands would beg to differ as well.

For starters, men may very well exhibit symptoms of pregnancy. This phenomenon known as couvade syndrome (french for we’re pregnant) is a common problem for dads-to-be. According to What to Expect, men often experience anxiety, nausea AND weight gain along with their expecting partner. Men sometimes do suffer in their sympathetic responses to pregnancy.

More importantly, any woman who has experienced a doting and loving husband during a pregnancy knows that he IS pregnant with you. He is preparing to be a father himself while dealing with your changing moods and body. He is doing what he can to ease your discomfort and make you happy. It IS extra work for him to tend to your crazy pregnancy needs and continue about life so as to set up a happy and stable home. Most women will admit that they didn’t get pregnant alone. And if they are lucky they won’t go through it alone. And few women really want to raise their child alone.  So why start out with hogging all the glory?

My pregnancies were challenging for us both. He was awesome

My pregnancies were challenging for us both. He was awesome

I understand the frustration and hormone of pregnancy. I’ve done it twice. And so did my husband. He ate Taco Bell, Ikea meatballs and banana splits more often than I’ll admit… just to appease me. He rubbed my football feet and painted my sausage toes. He was at every appointment he could escape work to make. He was at all day classes for birthing and parenting.  He was pregnant with me. And while I was the one with the indigestion, he was the one trucking out at 3 am to get me a single ginger ale. He was next to me during every contraction and there when WE became parents.

I guess what I’m saying is, if you have a guy that sticks around, don’t argue semantics over the sentence. We all know women are martyrs for experiencing childbirth. Let’s not overlook the part a good man plays in our pregnancies and what will become our families. Don’t diminish the father’s role. It’s just not cool.

Oh, and Happy Father’s Day Dads!



Wordless Wednesday June 11, 2014


Pressy Potato Head

Those are not his glasses…. obviously.


My Handy Food Arsenal

Everyone has staples… things they always have on hand. Most people have the types of staples that you can throw together and create a meal. I do not generally have those types of staples… but I do have things that are always in my pantry/fridge/freezer.


1. Graham Crackers – These are like gold here in my house. They can part seas, end wars, and make people eat their vegetables. Oh and they taste really good too.20140609-192147.jpg

2. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese– Go ahead and judge, but I am sure you can’t be left unattended with the saucepan of Kraft Mac either.

3. Pasta – could be farfalle… may be penne. If i all we have is two half boxes of each,  rest assured it will be both. But we always have pasta on hand. It opens so many doors. Meatless doors, saucy doors and many doors in between. Yup, we like it.

4. Tomato paste/sauce – For marinara, meat sauce, curry, chili… and the list goes on. If it’s not a staple in your house… it prolly should be.

5. Brown rice – We really enjoy our fish and pork chops with a side of brown rice. Not to mention that curry I was talking about really goes well over it.

6. Pierogies – mmm mm mmm , we LOOOOVE  Ms. T’s pierogies. Boiled or fried. Makes no difference. They are a delicious addition to any meal. I have to thank my husband and his East Coast side for introducing me to these delightful potato pillows. They are a mainstay in our home.


7. Peanut Butter – What is life without a spoon and a jar of peanut butter? My mother in law loves us enough to get us organic! You get out what you put in, after all. Which leads me to my next pick!

8. Cereal – sometimes it Cheerios. Most times Trader Joes Coconut, Cranberry Almond cereal. Either way, we can appreciate anything that you can pour milk on and call breakfast.

9. Bananas – Our kids love bananas and now that I’ve found the right way to peel them, it’s even more fun to “Dole” them out…ha ha, get it? Bananas are a little high in natural sugars, but good for potassium and better than many other options.


10. This jar of Jellied Cranberry Sauce – It’s always been there. I imagine a staple is something that’s always there… I haven’t needed it in nine years, but if I do, it’s there.


You see, I really don’t have many staples. Our likes and desires change with the date so I tend to get things by the week. I wouldn’t suggest it. I am hoping that over the next few months I will start planning more menus and using everything I have on hand to make meals happen. Until then, my cupboards are a happy little hodge podge of who knows what. But we make it work.

What are some of the things you keep in your pantry?


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Hiding in Closets: Life with a Threenager

Even the sweetest of faces have tough days. My threenager ignoring me.

Even the sweetest of faces has tough days. My threenager ignoring me.

Every morning she pads across my kitchen, plops down in the chair and demands a Pop Tart. I get a barrage of no’s and I don’t wannu  (thanks to Caillou she says it with a Canadian accent) as I try and bargain with her to go potty first. She brushes her ringlets out of her face and asks to watch Spongebob while eating her breakfast. Defeated, I oblige,  then run back to my room to hide in the closet. I generally wouldn’t like this type of arrangement but right now I’ve got a “threenager” – and I’m scared to death of her.

People tell you about the terrible twos. They don’t warn you about the traumatic for every frickin body threes.  She is a wonderful child. But her independence is wearing me out. I knew one day she would “rage against the machine” and totally do the opposite of anything I asked. I thought that would be more like 9 years from now but it seems I was wrong. She’s as sassy, sarcastic, and sneaky as any fourteen year old I know. I think it is more a phase than her true personality. And sometimes I think, it just MUST be me.

I never thought I’d be the type of person to hide from my kids. After all, I’m the parent. I’m in control. What I am learning is that – I’m not in control. She has become her own little person and I have to share in that control, giving up more of it little by little, each and every day. Some things SHOULD be up for discussion with her. Some things she SHOULD have a say in. I was not really brought up on that school of thought so it is foreign to me.  But no two children are the same. What worked for me might not work for her so I have to try something different.  If I involve her in the decision making she will be more likely to make the right ones.

I also have to make a huge apology to the parents I’ve looked at with my nose turned up and thought, “Why can’t you control your kids?” After several rounds of prying fingers from candy shelves and hauling out screaming children instead of my groceries, I do get it. And I’m so so sorry. But maybe if we try something different, our little ones will too.