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My husband travels for work, he’s been gone for one week before and my mom came down to help for most of it but we’re currently three days into a 5 week trip. LO is 3 months and usually sleeps well at night but recently hasn’t slept well during the day. It’s like I get LO down then oh it’s time to pump and he’s in a phase where he’s not connecting his sleep cycles so he’s only sleeping in 30 minute Increments during the day then after that I have to sit with him the rest of his nap time to help keep him asleep or he’ll stay awake and get overtired. If I pump while I feed him then I spend precious minutes of his sleep doing milk management. The only time I can consistently do anything is once he’s down for the night after 8 and I have to prioritize between eating, relaxing, working out (I have a certain weight I have to be under for my job so I can’t consistently cut this out), showering, pumping, or sleeping. I’m not going to stop pumping but if you EP and solo parent how do you do it??? Once he takes longer naps again I feel like I’ll be human again??

I think it was a fun way to show some personality in the movies, albeit inaccurate. I kindof hope we get some extra scenes throughout the series showing them in muggle clothes, maybe Ron’s is more tattered or has his ankles showing and Harry is able to buy his own clothes for the first time and can develop his own style

My husband and I have the same job and are fortunate to have very generous (for the US) parental leave and are both paid fully during the extent of it. He decided right before the baby was born he wanted to take online courses to get his masters. It isn’t in any way beneficial for our job but could come in handy if he decides to change paths later. I totally supported the decision and he said he would take one class a semester. At the same time he chose to return to work early and attend work trips which would take him away for several weeks at a time and again I supported the decision because the trips would result in a sizable monthly pay increase.

Now that we’re here I can’t help but feel so angry towards him about the whole situation. He’s here for small spurts and when he’s here he goes to work during the day, comes home tired, cooks dinner, and does classwork (online) until he passes out. I’m responsible for about 95% of the childcare during the week and very rarely get a few minutes to sit as I’m also EP so when I’m not with baby I’m usually due for a pump.

I agreed to all of this so I know it’s my own doing but I get so resentful that he comes home and is so tired he can’t even sit and relax himself because he’s stretched so thin and as a result I also can’t sit and relax because I’m not able to pass the baby off to him. He can be a perfectionist with his work so if he has an assignment he is completely dedicated to it and puts a lot of effort on it. I keep telling myself it’s just a season but he’s only just started the schooling and taking one class a semester it’s going to be a while until he finishes. I’m running myself into the ground and I dread when I have to go back to work because I’m not sure how we’re going to manage.

My husband asked me several times what I wanted for Mother’s Day and I repeatedly told him I wanted him to pick out outfits for both my son and myself and to take pictures of the two of us since the only pictures I really have are from giving birth to him. (Husband claims he has taken a bunch of pictures of us that I haven’t realized but when I ask him to send them to me he doesn’t) he didn’t think that was a real gift since I told him he could just pick something out of our closets and it didn’t have to be the exact thing but to match the colors, he didn’t have to buy specifically new outfits that were the same thing.

He booked us a hotel for a nearby city for the night before Mother’s Day and a fun restaurant then this morning we were supposed to leave he still didn’t have the outfits picked out so he just went into the nursery and picked out a green romper and a t shirt with writing across the front then told me to wear my green pants and pick a nice white top. The romper is a deep Christmas green and my pants are a light olive green. I did say it didn’t have to be exact but I feel like no attempt was made with that and no one would ever consider those two greens to match. On top of that he didn’t even pick out my outfit he just told me to find a white top which I really don’t have many of.

I sat down to have an open conversation before we left about how this was the one thing I asked for and I felt like he put no thought or effort into it so it hurt my feelings and he turned it around on me saying it was because I only have a few outfits I’ll wear right now because I hate my body (son is a few months old) and I complain that I hate the way I look in everything so he didn’t have a lot of options and that I was being too critical because I said it didn’t have to be exact. He also said I have been very critical of him lately which admittedly I probably have been.

He picked out new outfits for us. He got clothes out for my son that were a size bigger than he’s currently wearing and picked out black leggings and a jean jacket for me after I told him the weather was supposed to be 80°. I felt like I couldn’t say anything at that point because I didn’t want to sound like I was continuing to be critical. Now I’m up wired angrily thinking about how I’m going to be sweating all day but also feeling guilty because I did enjoy the dinner we had

I’m 10 weeks pp and I know that really isn’t that long but I never expected sex to feel so weird. I can understand why I don’t want my boobs to be touched, I can understand the science behind why I am more dry than before, but what I don’t understand and can’t describe the feeling I get when my husband wants to go down on me. He is always asking when we have sex and the few times we’ve tried I get almost like an overwhelming/horror/fear sensation?? Has anyone else experienced this? I wish I felt like I did before having a kid and I had some sort of sex drive at all but I get past all of that, this one thing makes me feel like I’m not even human anymore

I see posts on instagram from latching moms the joke where as soon as the baby fusses the dad is like oop I think he’s hungry. I didn’t think it would happen with bottle feeding because like genuinely you just saw him eat 4 oz 3 minutes ago and he ate the last oz very slowly. My MIL is constantly saying he’s hungry when he fusses the tiniest bit and let me just tell you my baby has a amazing temperament but if you don’t ever put a baby down to sleep they’re going to get fussy. She’s planning on moving here and I don’t trust her to watch him because I could see her keeping him up for hours and burning through 12 oz of breast milk in a few hours. Don’t waste my hard work force feeding my baby he’s just going to spit it up.

After our baby boy turned two months my husband and I chose to show our faces in a restaurant for the first time in months. LO was an absolute angel and let us feast at a seafood buffet where I gorged myself on raw oysters and crab smothered in butter. I ate like a king until I was stuffed with all the things I couldn’t eat or had to eat in moderation during pregnancy. Everything was great, even went to breakfast the next morning and got myself a mimosa. I was on a high. We’ve got this. Later at home I was putting LO down for a nap when the butter and oil and alcohol hit me all at once. I was about to call to my husband to come take over so I could go to the bathroom when I farted… yet it was not just a fart, but a shart. I ran to the bathroom, baby is crying, husband comes up to see what is going on and I just hysterically yell at him I SHIT MYSELF. He gets LO almost completely back down when I finally emerge from the bathroom and we make eye contact. We laugh so hard it wakes him back up. Safe to say it’ll be a bit before we go back out