I tried out therapy last night for the first time. I thought we were going to talk about coming to terms with my infertility but it turned into a discussion of how I'm a disappointment to my mother. I don't want to spend an hour a week talking about my mother; a once a week phone call with the woman is more than…
We were discussing Taylor Swift and her "let's dress up like hipsters" lyric the other night, watching her Diet Coke commercial before "This is the End."
Our house has a third bedroom. Eventually, it should be a nursery, but who knows if/when that will ever happen. But today, we put up curtains and got a new memory foam pad for the guest bed. Now, at least when the in-laws come over and sleep in our bed, we'll have somewhere comfortable to sleep.