disappointment

Before we’ve even had time to digest the festive season (and the last of the mulled wine), the overwhelming abundance of red hearts, teddy bears, and all things contrived come out to taunt us. They’re everywhere. From the zillion greeting cards, custom chocolates, gift ideas, sex toys, you name it — all in the name of a dude called Cupid.

Yesterday I found out my baby is a boy and I haven't really stopped crying since.

In case you missed it, history was made last weekend. NBD.