#mommyhood

[lifesizehysteria]

For the first time since school started on the 14th, all of my kids are in school. We finally kicked the stomach bug!!!

[crazysiri]

My baby is turning 6 Months

Hi! I just figured out that most of my posts here are my dark experiences, i just wanna tell ya’ll that im a happy person in personal. I love hanging out with people before when I was younger but now I am filtering my social life. I have now a kid and she’s so lovely! she’s the most beautiful person that I have ever met in my life <3 I love her sooooo much! she turn my life into something different , a happy one. I think this chapter of my life is worth living for <3. 

I hope you guys found your purpose in life, like how I found mine. So beautiful.  

[cinderpresss]

My Pregnancy Journal: A Pregnancy Journal Week by Week Memory Book for Moms, A Keepsake Organizer and Planner Paperback – Feb. 28 2022

by FamilyLove Journals (Author)

MY PREGNANCY JOURNAL: A Pregnancy Journal Week by Week Memory Book for Moms, A Keepsake Organizer and Planner A beautiful journal to document your pregnancy. EXTERIOR:

Journal measures 6 x 9 inches.

Mother and rose with blue and pink gradient background cover; glossy finish paperback

INTERIOR:

PREMIUM INTERIOR WHITE PAGES/ COLORED

The Journal holds 120-pages that includes:

Front Cover page

Pregnancy definition and information

Profile page

Finding out prompts and polaroid frame/picture spaces

Soon to-be parents photo page

Baby Names page

Family Tree page

First Trimester prompts

Week by Week photo page and lines for journaling

Second Trimester prompts

Week by Week photo page and lines for journaling

Third Trimester prompts

Week by Week photo page and lines for journaling

Birth plan prompts

12-month fillable calendar

Baby shower prompts, guest list, and photo pages

Hospital bag checklist

Baby shopping lists

Nursery plan page

The Nursery photo page

The Big Arrival page

First Breastfeed page

Letter to the little one

Family photo pages

Blank lined pages for the labor and delivery story

Weight, Medicine, Vitamin Trackers

And more!

This journal is a perfect notebook for the expecting moms. It is crafted and compiled in a concise and informative manner that will help you through the beautiful and intimate journey with your offspring. Grab one now! ---

[kilossoulll]

Love you like a fat kid loves cake 🩷

[beingamommeans]

...acknowledging Black Maternal Health

Shalon Irving. Kira Johnson. Dr. Chaniece Wallace. Black Maternal Health. Let’s talk about it. ***Now this is my disclaimer that I am no way a professional on this topic. However I have done a bit of research for my Social Work classes and want to rant a little about it with you. Cool? Cool. If you haven’t heard, it is Black Maternal Health Week (or the end of it). And if you have never…

[chineseladybug]

#neverhasthismamaever #roblox #comics musing #mommyhood https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-aOg8OI0z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[according2thelore]

can i mention ls/es verse on this mommy monday? bc the old versions seem like such a fucked up fountain of that ☺️

YES YOU MAY MENTION THAT, AND YOU SHOULD!!

putting a cut for brief nsft and a dash of mommy monday

it's hard to say which dean truly out-mommies.

on one hand, LS!Dean is so domesticated, and "is nesting" so like. obviously. yes.

he makes sam sandwiches and wraps him in little towels and lovingly tends to sammy's injuries while saying how proud he is of his little boy and how important he is.

he tells sam no with a strong voice, and sam really only follows through with a lot of it if he has dean's permission, lmao. like for the trials, S!1-2 sam would absolutely attempt do them behind dean's back anyways, but they actually have a conversation about it in S!8 (as stilted as it is) and he gets his mommy's permission! so nice!

but on the other hand ES!Dean is A MOMMY! he's overprotective and controlling and tries so desperately to get sammy's approval. sammy is his preteen and has decided that dean's not cool anymore, so dean is frantically trying to bring up things they did when he was younger like "oh haha don't u remember that time that we fought that werewolf in jackson? good times 🥺 </3"

he cradles sam's face in his hands and places thumbs at the back of his neck so sammy can't break eye contact, because he can tell from just one look if he's going to be okay.

he brushes off sammy's worse injuries like the classic "get up, shake it off" and jumps head-first off of a three-story bridge because sammy goes first.

ES!Sammy is dean's misbehaving thirteen-year-old that wears uneven black nail polish and combs his bangs over his eyes and talks about the "darkness in his soul" and dean is cooing over him and insisting that "my kid's not the problem. YOUR little brat on the other hand..." and rolls up to PTA meetings with chunky highlights and a purse filled with bricks.

but in the ES/LS verse, i think LS!Dean would probably ultimately out-mommy.

because like...c'mon.

LS!Sam and LS!Dean have settled so much into that dynamic, into the quiet dance of caring and being cared for, of power being already negotiated and traded. they're a lot more comfortable in the language of tending (even though they're definitely Still Weird), whereas ES!Sam&Dean tend to inject caring and caretaking with a power struggle that they're not used to yet. ES!Sam gets a little frustrated and resentful when ES!Dean's concern/attempts at mothering (to be frank) come off as patronizing. LS!Sam seems a lot more accepting that LS!Dean's attention can chafe, and while he sometimes still snaps, he also kind of basks in it. he loves when dean gets a little possessive or protective and loves it when dean becomes reassuring (thinking S!8 finale). they definitely negotiate that power more deftly than in ES, and so ultimately, i think they're more comfortable with the idea of "mommy."

but also, LS!Dean is putting his whole pussy into mommying. he's got TWO little baby brothers to look out for? mommy overload.

like...

LS!Dean is showing ES!Sam how to fix the engine on some random, shit-ass ford pinto in the bunker's garage, and when he gestures ES!Sam over with a quiet "c'mere baby, you see how the--" not even thinking about it, and ES!Sam goes absolutely perfectly fucking still because oh my god? holy shit?

and LS!Dean crowds in behind him, voice low in his ear, "you see how the rotor's not connected here? so what do we do when the fan's tilted like that?"

and sam shakily picks up one of the wrenches and makes some adjustment, and a hand slaps down low on sam's waist, turning the skin into live wires. sam jumps a little at the touch, not used to something so openly affectionate, to the sheer size and weight of the man behind him.

"good boy, sammy," LS!Dean murmurs, right into his hair, "you're payin' attention so well."

the words white-out sam's brain, fuzzing warm and hot and spilling over like a pot on a stove. and ES!Sam is suddenly, achingly hard, chest heaving, leaning back into LS!Dean's chest, almost blind with how bad he needs...something.

something is crawling up his throat and down his legs and he should feel patronized--he's not a fucking dog--but the praise goes straight to his cock and to the back of his neck, prickling the hairs there and his heart is hammering and his mouth opens and--

anyway. happy mommy dean monday!

-lizzy

[ibook4you]

[honeyblankets]

it's also so crazy because pregnancy and birth are female only experiences. don't call it gross. men do that. call it scary, painful, bloody, difficult, risky, dangerous, but not disgusting. our ability to create a human life is not gross!!!! you don't have to get pregnant nor give birth yourself. you don't have to beautify the mommyhood or whatever. but the medical misogyny, overall hatred, treatment and role of mothers is so horrible in all cultures. pregnant women and mother are the targets of some of the most vile forms of misogyny. you can acknowledge the issues with pregnancy, het relationships, and giving birth esp to boys without calling female only experience disgusting and shit on women who already have it horrible. who is going to help them if not us??? we wouldnt exist without our moms. the men arent going to do it. the male obsessed females won't do it. if the idea of being a perfect radfem is more important to them than lives, comfort and safety of some of the most vulnerable group of women, then they are shit feminists

this is so well put thank u anon x

[cinamun]

Hey Cin, I had been meaning to remark about Hope's mannerism in that last post of her and Jayce. You mentioned possible boredom, I agree it seemed almost like she was trying too hard? I don't know exactly how to explain what I mean but like when she mentioned to her husband about trying out the pizza oven (which congrats Hope on not setting off the fire alarms! *wink wink*) it almost seemed like she had to mention something that was not mundane or baby related in her life. Maybe she feels all she can 'bring to the table' rn is mommyhood, meals, and intimacy with her husband. If she doesn't have one, she may need a in person mommy group to commiserate with since her closest friends are not married nor parents and maybe get a WFH part time job? She was a writer once...just thoughts. And please go get that poor baby off the porch with the Simazon packages and the thunda. :D *I still giggle snort EVERYTIME I see Raven, our official logo.*

See y'all, this is what I mean!! The Ratchet Reading Room™ never closes either, so let's get into it....

OKAY SO!!! Friend you are seeing some things that I was seeing but didn't want to be the oddball if no one else saw it so, here is my theory:

Hope went from a powerhouse PR mogul that everyone who was ANYONE sought out to fix their image and for just dope representation. She loved the big name clientele, she loved the fast pace, she loved when her celebrity clients fucked up royally and she had to go into overdrive. We all knew she was a workaholic, too. Going into the office on her off days, etc. You mentioned that she used to write and she should indeed open that journal back up, AND she started in the journalism career which is kinda what catapulted her into the PR career.

And then.....

She and her dear husband decide to start a family and all of that comes to a grinding halt. I think she absolutely wanted babies and she couldn't wait for it. But her reality now (as you've outlined) is totally different from her reality before marriage, the Tragedy™ and later Jack and Jayde.

So here we are, after a quickie, standing on the porch discussing dinner plans.... *sigh* I think she misses her husband AND seeing him leave back to a rewarding career is stirring up some grief in her.

So I typed all that to say GREAT observation. I think she's lonely on the days he's professoring and trying to reconcile how being spit up on all day outweighs the power she once had.

WHEW! I guess we gotta stay tuned now don't we?

[lifesizehysteria]

B is coming home from school bc he threw up on the bus. 😩 we literally cannot keep these kids in school to save our lives.

[hyliedavenport]

Hello :) do you remember where this pacifier is from?

https://www.tumblr.com/hyliedavenport/735296959487819776/moments-of-mommyhood

She’s such a precious babygirl! <3

Hello! Thank you so much for the kind comment, she's very precious for sure 🤍 I believe she used the Elodie Pacifier!

[famesaoirse]

Hey you little sunshine how is mommyhood treating you?

@mollymaehague

[slowlycooking]

[chineseladybug]

More #neverhasthismamaever comics. I know many of you can relate crying like a baby looking at old photos of your kids as babies and toddlers. They grow up so fast. #mommyhood #nostalgia https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-UBywuppL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[believingispowerfulmagic]

The Christmas Wish

Summary: Henry Mills and Roland Locksley are best friends who decide to ask Santa for one thing this Christmas: to be brothers. It's a wish which will have life changing consequences for all, especially their single parents, Regina Mills and Robin Locksley.

FFN | AO3 | Wattpad

Excerpt (Chapter 1: A Wish for Santa):

Christmas was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

As a single mother, Regina Mills did her best to make sure it was for her darling son, Henry. They decorated their house the day after Thanksgiving when the weather was still agreeable, allowing the two to hang multicolored lights around their windows as well as the columns and railings on their deck. Regina also swallowed down her fear of heights to climb up a ladder and place a lit-up Santa in his sleigh as it was pulled by his reindeer, including Rudolph and his blinking red nose, on her roof. Illuminated snowmen and blow up scenes were set out on the lawn, making sure they never missed their house throughout the month of December.

It still didn’t hold a candle to how bright Henry’s smile was and that alone made it all worth it.

Two weekends later always found them out in the forest around their little town of Storybrooke, Maine, where the best Douglas firs grew. She bundled Henry up in his warmest coat, a festive hat and scarf as well as his thickest gloves before donning similar apparel herself. Hand-in-hand they walked through rows of trees, searching for the right one to live in their living room until the New Year. Regina was willing to pay any cost for the best tree and drove their pick carefully home. They then spent the rest of the night decorating it with ornaments Regina had collected over the years and ones Henry had made since starting school. Beautiful glass orbs hung with handprint Santas and clothespin reindeer. All with a star on top, ready to shine down on the mount of presents Regina made sure he had to open every Christmas morning.

Getting that mound of presents, though, meant fighting crowds at the mall every year, which disrupted the tight schedules she created to help juggle mommyhood and her career. Yet she still managed to get Henry up, dressed, fed with a healthy breakfast and off to school with an equally healthy lunch each morning. Then she went off to either her office or court, depending on her cases as an assistant district attorney.

After a day spent arguing both in court and out of it, she picked up Henry from the school’s aftercare program. Tuesdays were for soccer practice while Thursdays were his scout meetings before a home-cooked meal and homework. Henry knew he was to take a bath and then he curled up next to her on the couch for an hour of reading. Once he was tucked in for the night, she returned to the couch for some good television and a glass of wine.

Their weekends were spent together, doing every fun thing Regina could think of. Day trips, movie marathons, games and the like filled those days and nights. Saturday nights were also bath nights for her, a chance for her to unwind from the week once Henry was asleep. Regina loved her weekends. It was a schedule that worked throughout the rest of the year and that Christmas screwed up. There were many trips to the mall either after work or on the weekends so she could find all the gifts she needed for Henry and her family. Because of this, there were more dinners spent at restaurants or fast food places than she would like. However, it was easier than trying to cook after being pushed and jostled by less than merry shoppers.

Yet the piece de resistance was the visit to Santa so Henry could tell him what he wanted.

Henry pulled her through the crowded mall, knowing the way to Santaland by heart as it was always set up in the dead center of the mall. “Come on, Mom,” he said. “We don’t want to miss Santa!”

“Slow down, Henry! Santa is not scheduled to return to the North Pole until seven o’clock,” Regina said, trying to rein in her son as she dug in her heels.

It didn’t appease her son. He only tugged her hand harder. “Come on, Mom. We’re going to be late.”

“Henry Daniel, I told you Santa’s not leaving for several hours. We won’t be late for him.”

“I’m not talking about Santa! We’ll be late meeting Roland!” Henry explained, looking exasperated. He looked like her, to be honest, even though they shared not a lick of DNA.

Regina knew she had a similar look on her face as they finally stopped. She blew out the side of the mouth, trying to get a loose tendril of dark hair out of her eye as she took stock of her situation. Her son had made plans with his best friend and forgot to tell her about them. Typical Henry.

Then again, he was only seven years old.