This is a post about boobs. And not about sexy boobs. This is a post about milky, leaky boobs. If you’re not into that sort of thing, feel free to back away slowly and pretend you didn’t mean to come in here. Me and all the other leaky boob people will pretend we didn’t see [...]
As chronic relocators, Dave and I have lived on a fair number of heavily traveled roads. This might sound like I’m being philosophical, but I’m not. I’m actually talking about busy streets with lots of cars. Not Robert Frost or some other type of thing I read in high school. We are in such a place [...]
Don’t give out obvious pieces of advice. Easy, right? Now, I could say, don’t give out obvious pieces of advice to pregnant ladies. Pregnancy advice is certainly a big “thing.” And maybe that’s what got me thinking about this. But really, no one really likes receiving stupefyingly mindless advice, pregnant or not. Have you ever spent half [...]
It melted my brain. I’m feeling much better though. But seriously, it melted my brain.
We’re back in Portland. We have a new apartment. And every time we move, I have the urge to nest a bit. With twins on the way, my urge to nest is perhaps a bit stronger than usual. We actually haven’t thought too much about baby stuff yet. I’ve been blocking it out, actually. Since [...]
This one is a doozy. I’ve had four months to think about this. And since we had very little actual medical guidance in the beginning (see Goddamned Pregnancy Rant Numero Uno) we jumped into the steaming cesspool of pregnancy advice early. There are, of course, a zillion books about pregnancy. There’s a mountain of them. [...]
I have spent the majority of my life not being pregnant. I’m pretty familiar with non-pregnancy. It’s just been the past four months or so of my life that I have dealt with whiplash moods, ambivalent feelings about food, and wondering just how big my belly is going to get. Bigger than a basketball. Bigger [...]
The other day, I was awoken in the very early morning by a westerly wind and the scent of donuts beginning their lives in a vat of frying oil. This morning, I was awoken in the very early morning by an easterly wind and the scent of trees ending their lives at a paper mill. [...]