Hey, this is Sam.

This is John.

Your OG, OK Storytime podcast host. And we got some great stories coming up. Before that, we have a quick two-minute break from the sponsors that keep the show a lot. This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed Human. I asked to be a stay-at-home mother for our newborn. My husband exploded. I ain't going to be married to no trad wife. I'm afraid no ghosts. Posting from a throwaway, just in case my husband or any of my family and friends, reads this. I'm going to change a few details because I'm paranoid, but the story is the same. I am a saleswoman, and I do very well for myself. My way, this comes from BoxFishfan, and if you want to submit your own stories, go to our slash okay story time subreddit. That's how it goes around. So my husband and I have been married for two years now and together for five. This is my first marriage and my husband second. He has an eight-year-old daughter from his previous relationship and has always had full custody of her.

Our dating life was tricky with him being a full-time single dad and having to work long hours, but we make it work.

I met his daughter when she was four after we had been dating for a year.

I liked her very much and I've always done my best to be the best stepmummy ever.

She calls me mom and I have done all the mom things for her

i've helped her get dressed and ready for school done her hair cooked her meals helped with

homework and soccer practice taking her for ice cream dates tucked her into bed read her stories

etc dang so you're you're putting the mom work man that is some mom work I'm not perfect and I've made mistakes, but overall, we've been a very happy family. When my husband and I got engaged, he asked if I would like to be a stay-at-home mom for Lizzie and any future children we had. At the time, I politely declined. I was doing well in my career, loved going going to work and the thought of being home all day

with a kid and doing nothing but housework and typical stay-at-home mom things didn't really

tickle my fancy. My then-fiancee was gracious and we both assumed that was how it would be for any future

children we had. Fast forward to now and I am now six months pregnant with our son.

I am on cloud nine.

I was, or am, always in a permanent state of bliss, and something in me changed.

I started thinking about being a stay-at-home mom, and suddenly it didn't seem so bad.

I'm in love with my son and want to spend as much time with him as I can.

I know it's not all roses and champagne. There's actually a lot of poop, drool, screaming,

and exhaustion involved, but I really can't stand the thought of having two weeks of maternity leave and then handing my son to a stranger in daycare. I've been thinking about this for months because I

wanted to make sure this was something I really wanted and not wishful thinking. I weighed the pros

and cons and spoke to my supervisor. I'm at the point in my career where I could work from home full

time and stay with my son and pick my stepdaughter up from school. I certainly wouldn't mind watching her and doing more things with her too.

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