Family Holdbacks
posted in Mom Rants, Blogging Rants |There’s one rule in our house when it’s time to eat: no family holdbacks. Meaning, don’t holdback eating something because you’re worried that Aunt Mary won’t have enough to fill her up. (I don’t really have an Aunt Mary, but that’s besides the point.)
I happen to think FHB’s (family holdbacks) can extend beyond the dinner table, however. And dear readers, I’ve been holding back.
As most of you know, while my blog is as honest as can be, I’m never able or willing to disclose personal events as they occur. There are certain things that are sacred to my family and as much as I want to spill it, I don’t.
But now, no family holdbacks.
I’m pregnant. Thirteen weeks so.
This is part of the reason I’ve lost my motivation mojo. I’ve spent the better part of the summer in and out of a nauseous haze, coming up for air when I remember that I have a two-year-old who really would like to play (paaay) instead of watching mommy lay on the couch. I don’t know what I would do if I actually had a real job.
I’m sorry I’ve been holding back. Guess that’s what happens when you’re already a neurotic Jewish mother. I will try better, though, to make sure from now on that there’s enough food on the table for all of us to share from now on. Unless that nagging nausea takes away my appetite.
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