It’s like a bee sting. From a truck-sized bee.

Week 32! Already four and a half pounds (the baby- I weight a biiiiiit more), blood pressure great for both mom n’ kid, extremely active baby with a superb heart rate and…OH YES, the kid is standing straight up, a.k.a. breech, a.k.a., I’m gonna need that part of my lung and ribcage back. We had evidence of this acrobatic acumen with our latest ultrasound- our child, on its belly, ankles up to the forehead, hands pushing on its face. Impressive, {Read More}

P.J., get my coat.

I think we’ve stayed at this party too long. a.k.a., That natural childbirth video made me yuke. Last night was our first “Great Expectations” class at Northwestern (do they mean for the class? For my Expectations are only Meh) and what a time was had by all! Eight to ten couples eyeing the other eight to ten couples with these actual inner monologues: Guys- Does he make more money than me? Is he younger than me?/ Gals- She best be {Read More}

Did you send me a Valentine yet?

I spent the better part of the weekend (Saturday a.m. until…Monday evening) curled in a ball and wishing for a shotgun. Recently having been afflicted with a vicious cross between food poisoning and spinal meningitis (and, having made up a disease, unable to be CURED from such), it was a lousy way to spend 72 hours. Add insult to injury (literally, someone called me fat- okay, I made up that part), it was a whopping 65 degrees outside. Which would, {Read More}