I’m baaaaaaaack! And today, I bring you another edition of “stuff you might not know about me.” And, just for fun, at the bottom of this post, I’m gonna ask some other bloggers to get in on the fun […]
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I have to share something with you. I stared at my boobs last night. I did. I was putting cream on my nipple {which is only something you can get away with saying when you are nursing or dealing with […]
Middlest: “Mom {in a loud whisper}…” Me: Yes, Jo. Middlest {continuing in a loud whisper}: Remember how we talked about how you were going to get your boobs cut off? Me: Yes, Jo. Middlest {continuing on in a loud whisper}: […]
Oh hey, friends… Happy Monday!! I’m comin’ atcha with another Brehm space in our home space. Today, I welcome you to my basement. Our old house didn’t have a finished basement and like I said when I showed you the […]
So, my boobs are filled with air. Truly. The space that used to be comprised of breast tissue is now a cavern. Okay, maybe not a cavern. But a bubble? Maybe. Or probably more like a blob — I guess, […]
I watch them. The two blonde babies. Babies to me. They will always be, I would assume. I watch them crash their cars down the ramp. They are making crashes and bashes and the ramp is toota-tooting; letting out honks […]
I did it. I had a party last night. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you but it wouldn’t have been very much fun. And I decided, it was my party and I’d cry if I want to. It was, after […]
Hey there, friends! I know that some of you have followed Baby on the Brehm for the last 8 years… when I was just a 25 year old mama-to-be who thought being pregnant was essentially the same thing as housing […]
I think I will always consider September 8th to be my cancer-versary. People will talk about the day as one they will never forget. The day they found out they had cancer. And while I might also just block out […]
I wake to the alarm on his phone. The Mr. sets his alarms before bed. He is the more lucid of the two of us when waking from slumber. And he’s the better of the two of us at remembering […]
