On pregnancy test day, I was done with the blood draw and at work by 7:30am. An hour later, my email pinged: “You have one new test result.” My hands started to shake.
What to do when something happens, but it isn’t enough to be a blog on its own? Combine all the mini stories into a bunch of Peanut Shorts!
It would appear that I am very bad at self-administering pokey things and being like Valerie Plame.
Most adults can’t remember how to play make believe. Here’s why you should try.
When faced with the prospect of sticking a 1-1/2 inch needle in my own arse, I turn into a huge coward. I need a little roundhouse-kickin’ inspiration.
Just when I think my reproductive system is a total screwup, it surprises me by doing exactly what it is supposed to. Keep it up, sister!