There are moments in life that overcome you. They rush up from behind like waves, gush over your shoulders and knock the breath from your lungs. You stand there, drenched, wondering what happened. You gasp for air.

There is fear in these moments. Your body can’t help but consider fighting or fleeing. You might even panic. But it also feels good to ( Read more... )

My how time flies. The idea that I might regularly update was optimistic to say the least.

Baby is great. He’s six months old and doing all kinds of spiffy tricks. Like deep belly laughs and pulling hair and grabbing cat tails and drooling excessively and bouncing non-stop in his jumperoo and shouting out loud and eating mushy bananas and ( Read more... )

As most of you know, I have a difficult relationship with my boobs. That is to say, I hate them. And they don’t like me much either, judging by the literal pain in the neck they are on a daily basis. They’ve always been big, but now they’re positively enormous. And heavy. And leaky. It’s terrible.

However, we have come to a tenuous cease fire, my ( Read more... )

The problem with waiting so long to update is that the longer you wait, the more newsworthy topics collect and the harder it is to start.

The last time I wrote here, I was about five months pregnant and finally feeling calm (and grateful) about it. Literally four days later I went into pre-term labour and was rushed to the hospital where I ( Read more... )

Here I am in the U.S., about to head into a four-day weekend for Thanksgiving. The Canadian Thanksgiving has long since passed, but my sister and mother are actually coming down here to visit this weekend, so I find myself getting a little caught up in the excited “visiting with family” vibe that seems to be running rampant around here.

And then I ( Read more... )

Some time ago I vowed that I would try not to write exclusively about babies and motherhood.

Problem is, that’s all I think about.

(Well, that and the upcoming election, which is giving me nightmares. Hello? Undecided people? What the hell are you waiting for? Ack. I can’t possibly write about that without bringing on violent stomach cramps.)
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Dear Las Vegas:

You scare me.

It’s not just because you’re addicted to neon-lighting overkill. Or that you flaunt bare asses on billboards. Or that you pretend palm trees grow in the desert.

It’s not just because you’re essentially a hospice for washed-up entertainers. Or that noisy slot machines crowd every available space you own.

It’s not ( Read more... )

I like men. However, I do not like male doctors. I realize this is a gross generalization. I’m sure there are some decent male doctors out there. It’s just that I’ve never met one. So I have no empirical data to assure me it’s true.

Case One:

I am five years old. I have some kind of problem (I honestly don’t remember what, and even if I did, I ( Read more... )

Quick update on the baby situation:

§         I heard the peanut’s heartbeat last Tuesday. Was very relieved about this. Rode that high until about yesterday, when I began worrying again. I have another appointment on the 21st to hear the heartbeat again, after which my worry about miscarriage will subside substantially, only to be replaced with ( Read more... )

My stomach is a clenched fist.

With me in the waiting area are several other women at various stages of pregnancy. Some have kids already, chasing each other around and arguing over plastic toys. Some have big bellies and some are barely showing. Some look happy. Some look upset. Some are alone. Others sport uncomfortable husbands and beaming ( Read more... )