Nothing makes me angrier than when someone relegates their dog to second-class citizen the moment Human Baby arrives. Or worse yet, gets rid of it.
Hiya!
This is a blog about attempting to make your own humans (and failing miserably at first, but eventually succeeding), parenting, marriage, working mom life, aging parents, and being an imperfect human.
Shower me
I confess: I can’t stand baby showers. It’s the rare shower that’s actually fun. When planning my upcoming fiesta, my co-conspirators had one mission: less crap, more fun.
Crossing guard
Of the many changes pregnancy brings to the body and the mind, this is the most frightening and unsettling. But it’s all based on loving someone I’ve never even met.
Rabbit food
I’ve never willingly eaten a leafy green vegetable in my life. So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself suddenly lusting after a salad. WTF is going on here?!
Trailer Park Paunch
I’ve passed the point where many of my shirts can no longer cover my giant belly. Ship me off to the trailer park — or Wal-Mart — where I’ll fit in!
Quickening
Yes, I complain a little about the crappy things. But there’s one part of being pregnant that I am completely in love with.
Fighting for a girl
We didn’t get pregnant with the goal of having a girl or a boy; just a human. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t got my fingers crossed for a particular gender.
Ungrateful
If you tried really hard to get pregnant, do you have a right to complain about the crappy parts of pregnancy?
Please Touch My Belly.
I’d been warned that humans would turn into octopi once I got a pregnant belly, demanding to touch it and doing so without even asking first. I’m still waiting.
Hamburgers and Turtles: Skipping the Gender Reveal
To find out the gender or not to find out? That is the question, and it’s a very personal one. As usual, I have my own very strong opinion on the topic.