• Hi, I’m Blair.

    A sweet Southern girl. Married 4+ years to a devilishly handsome man. Harrison est. October 14, 2009. Miscarriage survivor. Reflux warrior. Battling postpartum depression. Working mom that drinks entirely too much caffeine in the morning. Over-sharing extraordinaire. Hates celery & liars. Loves chocolate chip cookies & to-do lists. "Blair" is my pen name.
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Texts from last night.

Or, if you want to be specific, Texts from Wednesday Night. On Wednesday night, Nate & I headed out to see Dave Matthews Band in concert.  This, my friends, was an act of love on my part.  I like Dave…I really do.  But I don’t love Dave & I’ve put in four out of the [...]

Only I’m allowed to call myself a “fat ass,” thankyouverymuch.

Dear Girl in TJ Maxx, I am not quite sure what happened – I was standing there, minding my own business & perusing the baby blanket aisle for a gift for my buddy, when all of a sudden I hear a *huff* & the screeching tires of a stroller about to pop a wheelie or [...]

I prefer Facebook for catching up, okay?

So today, I ran into an acquaintance from high school. You can’t really call him a “friend” considering we had no classes together, never sat at the same lunch table, & never snuggled under a blanket at the Varsity football game. But I knew he existed. & he says, “Oh, you’re pregnant!” No kidding, Sherlock. [...]

I'd like to buy a vowel…& a thermal shift. Oh, & some tact.

CD 15 and no ovulation in sight. Zero fertile CM, no twinges or cramps, nada. I didn’t ovulate until CD 17 when I got pregnant with Harpie, so I feel ridiculous stressing over CD 15. That’s a cake-walk considering what most go through. But I cannot help my irrational fear of not ovulating — that [...]

Merry Christmas! Psych! teeheehee

Please take note that it is not appropriate to write on the back of a Christmas card, “Hey, I’m going to need my maternity clothes back for another pregnant friend. kthnx!!” ::blank stare:: I mean…couldn’t you send a text message & it be just as effective? This is from the same friend previously blogged upon, [...]

Here's your sign.

Today, I grabbed Panera (woot, carb fest served in a sourdough bread bowl!) with two dear friends, both of whom are great with child. Panera Employee: “When are you due? Boy or girl? Is this your first, yo?” (no, really. and in rapid-fire order) Mere: “January. Girl. Yes, it’s our first.” ::side eye as he [...]

PSA

Please do not ever tell anyone that miscarried that “if there’s something wrong with the baby, it’s better to miscarry than have a retarded baby.” Seriously. Nate & I shall be handing out the gift of tact for Christmas this year. Many people we know will be getting a throatpunch full of it.

Phone Calls.

It is amazing the assenine things people say to us after we break the news that Harpie is gone. People simply don’t…think, for lack of a better word. Hence the new blog tag “Stupid People,” which I hope to never have to use again. If they’d just breathe & think of what they want to [...]

New pet peeve.

#1 Question People Ask Was Harpie planned? #2 Question People Ask Is Nate excited?? ::blank stare:: No, he’s not. We planned this baby, but he’s totally pissed about it. In fact, he had nothing to do with it. I spontaneously conceived this child all by myself. Nate had no part in it & therefore is [...]