I recently had my first baby, which I never really made clear on here.
I thought I’d be blogging about my pregnancy but it didn’t really happen. As things progressed, I realized I wasn’t so keen on revealing such intimate details of my life and the changes going on with my body.
But now that he’s here, I would like to play around with blogging about more personal things in life, and this could be a great forum to document my journey into parenthood.
That said, I do want to take precautions to protect his and my privacy, and those of other people I’m writing about.
This may be one of the more controversial Difference Betweens.
This is also one of those posts that could easily go on forever in a million different directions, so I’m going to try to give it to you on the straight and narrow: the difference between raw milk and pasteurized milk.
The fiance found this one for me to try – I served them with honey mustard and ketchup dipping sauces, and chili cheese hot dogs. (What else would go with chicken nuggets? Comment and let me know, because I do not.)
Having kids at the wedding – this was something I was really back and forth on. Eventually, I came down on the “no” side.
I love kids. I really do. I was a Santa’s Helper/Easter Bunny Helper at the mall for several years, I babysit all the time, plan on having my own kids, etc. But there are some good reasons to not have kids at the wedding.