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Hi everyone!

Mike (husband) pointed out that the majority of my most recent posts are kind of angry…and biatchy…and so on and so on. 🙂  So I thought I’d post about something fun and nice and wonderful–Rutabaker.

What the hell is a Rutabaker, you ask? “Rutabaker” is the nickname that we’ve given to our little nugget.  I think Mike started calling it Rutabaga and then my mother cleverly added our last name to it and it became Rutabaker.

So here are some things about Rutabaker:

We are 18 weeks and 6 days along. We’ll be halfway there on June 20th! Kinda crazy.

We had an ultrasound on Monday and everything is on par!  Rutabaker weighs about 8 ounces and is roughly the size of a mango.

Rutabaker DOES have a gender, but we aren’t finding out what it is. I did clear it with the ultrasound tech, though, and she said that it’s definitely one or the other. 🙂  We chose not to find out because we believe that adulthood doesn’t hold very many “good” surprises. It’s usually a bad surprise–like, “You owe us $1093!” or “That mole looks suspicious…let’s get that checked out.”  I think it’ll be exciting as hell to be in the delivery room and to hear someone yell, “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl!”

Rutabaker also has a name, whether it’s a boy or a girl. The names have been picked out for over two years and I would post them here, but I feel like that would just provoke people to steal them and then I’d get really angry that these names got popular right before I used them. They are our names, and no, you cannot have them. You will learn the name on November 8.

OH! November 8 is Rutabaker’s due date.

And here are my views on pregnancy stuff:

So far, most of my pants still fit. I haven’t “popped” as they say, but I do feel like a cow standing on two feet. 🙂 I’m waiting for that belly to blow out so I can look and feel pregnant.

I haven’t felt sick since the third month ended. I feel pretty amazing.

I might have felt a baby flutter once or twice, but who knows? That’s so hard to determine.

I have not posted any baby bump pictures on social media (and I do not intend to). If you’d like to see me pregnant, please make a live, in-person appointment. 😛  I actually haven’t taken any baby bump pictures at all. 1) Because I don’t have much of a bump. 2) Because I honestly don’t see the point. I get it, you want to look back and see those bump pictures and think, “Man! I was huge!” or “Aw, I was pregnant with _______ in this picture.” I feel like there will be enough candid shots of me that I don’t need to schedule week by week bump pictures.  PLEASE NOTE:  This does not mean that I think poorly of any of you that have done/are doing bump pictures! Yay for you! Yay for excitement! Yay for cute chalkboard drawings and notes and just YAY! Bump pictures just aren’t for me. 🙂

Finally, I have a little something to say about complaining while you’re pregnant. I know that pregnancy can be uncomfortable and that you can’t drink or you can’t always eat the foods that you want. I get that. And I get that sometimes pregnant chicks feel like trucks walking down hallways.  I will just say this–if you wanted this baby, then think twice before you complain. It’s a freaking blessing. There are tons of people out there wishing and trying and hoping. Don’t put them down by complaining about the miracle inside you.  Additionally, it’s only 9 months out of your life. Not even a year. If you live to be 75 years old, that’s 900 months and each pregnancy is a mere 1% of that. I think you’ll be okay.  1% of your life being slightly uncomfortable is totally worth that baby.


Okay, while my post was not 100% bitch free, it was better than the last few. 🙂


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Posted by on June 12, 2014 in Raising My Youngins


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A Simple Day and Some Fun Pictures

Today has been simple, which is something I cannot say about the rest of the days in this week.

So let’s keep it simple here, too, and I’ll just show you a picture that never fails to make me smile (and make my ovaries glow):

Mike and Baby Jax.  Both have come a long way since this:

Aren’t they both such cute little nuggets?  Happy Friday!

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Posted by on January 27, 2012 in Daily Happenings


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Deal Breaker # 2: Not Wanting Kids

Read Deal Breaker # 1!

I respect men who don’t want to have kids…but I certainly don’t want to date them.

If you ask me, the whole point of living is to leave a legacy, and what better way to do that than to have children.  Whether they’re biological, adopted, whatever–if you can be a part of a child’s life as they grow up, you can leave a legacy.

Most of you know that I have a condition called Glowing Ovaries.  Luckily, I don’t have to wear thick shirts or extra jackets to hide the two glowing orbs in my midsection, but oh do I feel the glow.  Mostly every time I hold a baby, get near a baby, hear about a baby, see a PICTURE of a baby.  Ugh.  It’s sick, isn’t it?

I want kids so bad.  I look forward to pregnancy.  I just think that the most rewarding thing in the world would be to have children, to make memories for them, to give them something to tell their kids about.

For instance, when it was my birthday, my mom would wake my little brother and my dad and they would sneak into my room while I was still sleeping and decorate it with streamers and balloons and put all my presents on the floor around me bed.  When I woke up, I was surrounded by color and fun and the sheer glee that is having a kid birthday.  We did the same for my brother, probably both of us, every year until we were ten.  I LOVE that.


Think this...but much less organized and much more color.

So I guess that won’t be nearly as fun without a man who wants to do that…much less a man who doesn’t want to give me kids.

Oh, and this post wouldn’t be about kids without at least one adorable baby picture:


Ha ha!


Posted by on January 12, 2012 in The Book of Love


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First Day of Vacation: Success!

Last night, I followed my parents home from Brunswick and we ate dinner at Samosky’s in Valley City.  First time, and it was AMAZING.  Then, I went to my cousin’s house for some baby and toddler squeezing.

I went for a run on my old country block, took a two hour nap, and now I’m watching stupid car shows with my Dad and waiting for Mom to hand me presents to wrap.

Oh, and eating Lucky Charms with real milk, not water!

I also found a box of old Christmas ornaments that quite frankly made me cry a lil with happiness.  I’ll try to get some pictures and post them later.

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Posted by on December 22, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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My Future Children

If you haven’t noticed by now, I haven an affection for a manly man and a respect for a womanly woman.  That’s not to say that I don’t respect all types of men and women–just that I have an affection for those types of men and women.

I’ve talked a thousand times about how I was raise my kids.  I’ve talked about how I want my boys to be lil rough-housers, little manly men, and I’ve talked about how I want my kids to be tough, much like my friend Jenny wants for her kids.  I hope that I can raise girls who are strong and still have a respect for old values, but still have minds of their own (shocking, isn’t it?)

So I think it’s really funny when people say, “Your daughters are going to be feminists!” or “Your little boys are going to want to crochet…” or “Your kids are going to be geeks who never leave the house.”

I don’t understand why people have such a problem with the way I want to raise my children.  I mean, 1, they’re going to be my kids, and 2, if you don’t like them, you never have to talk to them.  I promise.

I’m not going to brainwash my children.  I’m not going to fight my son if he doesn’t want to hunt, and I’m not going to flip out if my daughter ends up being a tomboy.  They can be whatever they wanna be.

So for the record, if that should happen, I will still love my children.  I will love them no matter what.  But you can bet your ass that I’m going to try like hell to raise manly little men and proper young ladies.  😉


Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Raising My Youngins


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Know what makes a good Friday?

Knowing your darling Momma is watching Friday Night Lights in your apartment, and cleaning up as she goes.

Having lunch with your darling Momma.

Going to a Browns game tonight with your darling Momma.

Seeing your boyfriend later on tonight.

Going home to Fremont.

And seeing a brand new baby boy named Jax.

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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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Lovin’, Touchin’, Baby Squeezin’

I did a fair share of baby squeezing at Mike’s sister’s graduation party this weekend.  Grady, Brennan, Carter, and loads and loads of toddlers.

And they’re all so stinkin’ cute, dangit.  SO stinkin’ cute.  There’s just something about holding a little tiny baby to my heart that makes my ovaries glow.

This is baby Brennan about 4 months ago:

Don’t you just wanna squeeze him!?  I’m waiting for pictures of Mike and I with Grady.  We took some, family photo style.

Of course holding babies makes me want babies (deja vu?), but at the same time, it also makes me realize how unprepared I am for them.  Minus the fact that I do not have a husband, I also live in a one bedroom apartment, with a multitude of student loans, and a tendency to not want to spend money on anything.  I haven’t been to the grocery store in a month.

They say there’s no perfect time to have a baby.  But I do have a few requirements before I have one.

Before I Have A Baby, I Will…

  1. Have a husband
  2. Live in the same town as him.
  3. Have more than one bedroom in my house
  4. Be less afraid of/hateful toward grocery shopping
  5. Not be afraid to log into my bank account (this began in grad school, when I was poor)
  6. Be more involved in my church (Catholicism tends to scare you into behaving, and guilt you if you screw up.  I love it.)

And Ideally, I will…

  1. Drink less wine
  2. Own a puppy, you know, to practice
  3. Have my parents living a little bit closer so I don’t have to pay for daycare
  4. Have a big old farmhouse with a lot of land so that my babies can grow up with summer feet
  5. Be able to fly my kids all over the country to see the awesome people I’ve met along the way

There is far more to this.  But for now, this will do.  So go do some lovin’, touchin’, and baby squeezin’.  You owe it to yourself!


Posted by on June 6, 2011 in Domesticity


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Raising My Youngins-Playing In the Dirt

Even though my ovaries are in a constant state of glow these days, I’m pretty thankful that I do NOT have children yet.  I mean, I see how much stuff costs…not to mention I’ve been looking at a $700 purse on eBay.    Don’t wig out on me, I’m not gonna buy it.

But I also get to learn from those around me who are having children.  I like the way my parents raised me, but I was never aware that I was being raised, so I didn’t really pay attention.  Now I look around and see parents (my friends and strangers) raising children.  Sometimes I think, “BRAVO!  Now that is great parenting!” Other times, it’s, “Note to self:  Lord have mercy, please don’t ever let me think to do this to my child.”

NOTE TO YOU:  Before you start defending your parenting techniques to me, DON’T.

So then I stumbled across this blog called Rules for My Unborn Son and I thought, “BRAVO!”  I’d like to do that!  Or at least discuss it so that people might change my mind.  Occasionally now, I will post about how I will raise my children.  And today, the post concerns DIRT.

I say let them get dirty.  Let them play in mounds of dirt.  H*ll, let them EAT dirt. It’s freaking fun, and you can do so much with it!  Draw in it, make mud out of it, throw it at each other.  Dirt’s a FREE easy toy, and kids look darn cute covered in it.  Who cares about the mess–they’re having fun.  I had plenty of fun in the dirt–digging to China for instance.  Also, there’s no better track for Matchbox cars than dirt, and nothing can cool you on a hot day like slapping some mud on your forehead.  Not to mention that sometimes, it tastes good.  My God, if dirt feeds anything, it’s the soul!

For the longest time, even before I did this research, I figured that dirt was healthy.  How is it now?  Everyone preaches about exposing their children to “natural” things and “organic” things.  Well how much more organic can you get than dirt?  Yeah, I know there’s stuff in there that’s not totally natural, but GET OVER IT.  There’s stuff in EVERYTHING that is not totally natural.  Let them eat dirt.

Some say kids who play in dirt are less prone to diabetes.  Others just insist that it’s good for ’em.

“So let your child be a child. Dirt is good. If your child isn’t coming in dirty every day, they’re not doing their job. They’re not building their immunological army. So it’s terribly important.”

Letting kids play in the dirt, Hill pointed out, is the first of five immune-system-building steps parents should take for their kids.

Next, “absolutely” wash using regular soap, not the antibacterial kind. “This is one of the (reasons) I suspect I’m not going to be getting a Valentine card from the sellers of antibacterial washes!” Ruebush remarked.

I totally agree.  🙂  I’m ahead of my time–or behind on it.  All I’m saying is that most of us today got here b/c our parents weren’t yanking us out of mud piles and dousing us in Anti-Bacterial stuff.  We got here and we’re strong because we lived in the world, and didn’t try to avoid it.

CHEERS!  You dirty little freaks.


Posted by on March 31, 2011 in Domesticity, Raising My Youngins


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Giving a Manly Name

If I have sons (and Mike is very convinced that he is so manly that he will only make boys), I want them to have strong, manly names.  Heck, cowboy names, even.  Because I really think a name says a lot about a person.  When I yell for him to come in off the street, I want that name to be severe, to be yelled with a drawl.

Little boys with manly names make me think of boys who will turn out to be great men-boys with morals who will make those around him better people.  He’s the man that girls will swoon after, but he’ll be too polite to notice.  Until that one girl…

Perhaps I’m thinking too much about this.  But a name DOES affect who you turn into.  I’ve come to that conclusion since my last post on names.   So below is a list of names I will consider for my little cowboys. 



Tons more here!

Any other ideas?

Happy Friday!


Posted by on March 25, 2011 in Domesticity


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Day 05–Something you hope to do in your life.

What I hope to do in my life…

I want a family.  I feel like I can’t say this better than Rachael, and my blog title obviously explains my feelings toward housewifery.  I want a family.  I want kids.  I want a husband.  White picket fence.  Nice house.  The works, ya know?

I hope to go to Alaska.  I hope to climb a mountain.  I hope to see Greece.  I don’t know.  None of these things as much as I want a family.  I want to share my husband’s last name and raise my children based on everything I’ve been learning from those raising children around me. I want it so badly sometimes, that I’m afraid I’m jinxing myself, that it will be the one thing I can’t have.

I just pray that I’m a Fertile Myrtle like my momma says I am to calm my fears.  I can think of no greater happiness than having a family of my own.

No other way to put it.  I’m ready.



Posted by on November 14, 2010 in Domesticity


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