The fluff of a baby book

As I sit here...glaring up at all my pregnancy books...I feel the urge to want to spit on the one titled " What to expect when you're expecting". What a load of crap that book is. Endless fluff of information.
Why did I even keep that useless book? Why doesn't it have a chapter on "BABIES CAN DIE". or "WHAT TO DO IF YOUR WATER PREMATURELY BREAKS". A check list for preemies...like make sure you have a name picked out, bring a camera, bring an outfit for the baby to be put in, how to make funeral arrangements, etc. Ok..I can see how my version wouldn't be a best seller, but the fluff of...you're nipples may become darker, just isn't relevant. You know who that book is designed for? 20 somethings, who are absorbed into themselves and who have time to stare at their changing nipples. "Comforting answers to questions like "Does talking on a cell phone hurt my baby? Will my baby suffer if I don't drink milk?" REALLY? THIS is what's on the mind of pregnant women? Dear God...what I wouldn't pay to have simple worries such as complexion problems while pregnant. How about more pressing issues like avoiding baths, proper kick counts, or how to catch early warning signs of a UTI. Or topics that cover placenta eruptions, heart beats that just stop, and cords wrapped around necks. Ya know...the things that matter.

Maybe I should write a book.. "What your friends don't tell you, and your doctors don't want you to know. The truth about what can happen during those 9 months"

Joey

It's March 8th. That date means nothing to anyone else..BUT ME. Today was your due date. You were supposed to be here by today. It's a weird day for me, but in my gut I know you would have already been here by now. You were just too big to not have come early. I'm sitting here typing this dumb blog, while I'm perfectly aware that I should be off nursing a newborn. But I'm not.
I've come along way in my grief journey. I am somewhere in between anger and acceptance. I think of you everyday and I know you're leading me to wonderful things.

Today...I shall share with the world WHO you are. I've kept it a secret far too long.

On September 22nd, 2012 at 6:20am, I had a little boy. 6 1/2 inches long and sure to be as tall as his daddy.
This beautiful baby boy will no longer be called "Baby Mamott".
Under NYS courts, We have officially named him...

JOSEPH " JOEY" MAMOTT

                               You're always going to be our little buddy