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Tough Stuff

I'm usually pretty lighthearted, particularly when writing about our life for the blog. I love sharing silly stuff with you guys!  Don't believe me? Let me direct you to our last post about the poop bathroom.

Truth is, we struggle. Our closest friends are expanding their adorable families. My baby brother is quickly approaching that same time in his life. You know, that point when the wedding is over and now instead of questions about the wedding, there's just one question people seem to have:

When are you gonna have kids?

Hi, how are you?  My job is going great... oh, you're going right for the jugular this time, huh?  Cool.  This question is can be innocent enough and I think we've both learned how to politely respond and move conversation in a different direction. I appreciate all the people who comment that I'll be a good mom, because I genuinely think so too. I love celebrating new babies. I love sharing such a special time in a friends life! Sometimes it's hard to be surrounded by babies and pregnant folk, but my job has given me ample practice.  

Our struggle doesn't compete with the joy.  Joy will always triumph! 

And let's be honest, ya'll just aren't ready to handle the level of adorable that a mini Porch would bring to the world.  Good things take time!  

Only Babies.

Sometimes I want to post a status about ugly babies, but I don't because some of my friends actually have ugly babies.  That's not funny; it's just mean.  And funny.
Yeah, WalMart has everything. Got these babies on clearance.

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  1. Danie, you are right it is tough stuff! In fact it really freakin sucks! Please know you are not alone in this!

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