Fatherhood

Sep 24, 2009
Donald and I spend a ludicrous and embarrassing amount of time holding our baby and saying to one another that she is just so beautiful.  There has never been another baby so ravishing.  We got the best baby EVER.  And gee →MORE...

Do you see that?  That?  Right there?  Yeah.  That’s spit-up. Poor Donald.

When I gave birth, I was surprised to find that my immediate emotions were not particularly maternal.  Somewhere along the road, I had picked up this vague notion that when I expelled a baby from my uterus, the world would magically →MORE...

You could easily argue that I married Donald not HOPING that he would be a good father or even KNOWING that he would be a good father, but BECAUSE he would be a good father. Still, I reached the last few →MORE...