STOP. Obviously, I have (as it’s been more than a week since my last post). Had no other choice. Countless false contractions, cramping and various things falling out from down under (that’s as most of an explanation as you’re gonna get) have convinced me that it’s time to STOP for a little bit. (I self-induced…
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C-section birth: When your husband’s friend sees it all.
In two weeks, my husband’s friend will see my you-know-what-part-down-there… for the second time. I’m bracing myself for it. I’m looking forward to it. I’m scared of it. I’m embarrassed by it. I’m excited for it. In the name of a second C-section birth. The first time we did this party was about a year and…
If pregnant tribal women can do it, then so can we.
6 weeks away until Go-Day. What’s driving me crazy (the most)? Everyone keeps telling me to sit down and take it easy. With all respect, YOU sit down and take it easy. Strangers in the Nordstrom Ladies’ Lounge tell me I shouldn’t be picking up my 23-lb toddler. My mom tells me not to bend…
Why I’m having a genderless baby… again.
Most frequently asked question to me every time I go somewhere these days: What are you having? A baby. I tell them with a smiling, snotty look on my face. Then they look confused. “I’m waiting to find out until delivery.” More confusion. I shouldn’t be so defensive about their friendly inquiries. Afterall, most of…
Child labor at my house.
Having trouble keeping up with household chores during the holiday rush? Do what I do and tap into ALL of your resources: In my defense, I start doing the job until LadyP screams at me and demands that I hand over the Swiffer… who am I to say no? Also, it’s the only way to make…
Baby names: Give me one I can yell.
Now that I’m back thinking about what the heck to name the little nugget coming our way this spring, thought I’d revisit how I came up with LadyP’s name (her real name, that is…. and no, I’m still not going to spill it here). 🙂 Long story short, a good name to me is something…
Thanksgiving Countdown: The Fab Thing You Might Have Forgotten.
Sure, the fridge is packed, wine is ready to pop and potatoes waiting to be mashed. The Little Miss Housewife in me is way too excited about cooking Thanksgiving this year… the bird, those ooey-gooey marshmallow yams and everything in between. (Any day that’s centered around counting your blessings with your mouth full is tops…
