Hello. I’m Brittany. I’m a chocoholic.
So here’s the dealio. I eat chocolate. I breastfeed my babies. Needless to say, I have eaten chocolate since the day they were born and they really haven’t been that fussy. Nay, they have been little blessings from above. Suddenly over the weekend they have been crying like the dickens (what does that mean, anyway?) and my sweet beloved husband thinks it is because of my chocolate addiction. So I have been googling to clear my name. (It’s not looking good, folks—google is pointing to “what mom eats can make the baby fussy” and my name will not be cleared today.) Yes, I did eat an abundance of chocolate chip cookies, but seriously, is that going to suddenly change everything? I was thinking about what I’ve been eating and I did eat something that was very onion-y…like three meals in a row because the kids didn’t favor it, and I didn’t want it to go to waste. Could this be the source of my sleepless nights? Onions?
And if so, this is one thing I am going to take to the Maker in the afterlife: Why such mystery concerning nursing the child and wreaking havoc?
Here’s another: Why should bringing children into the world be so difficult? They are hard enough to raise, so why the physical hardship initially?
And another: Do you think next time I could come with wings? Flying seems like it would be such a pleasure.
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