Dear Baby, Your occupation of my womb closes out its twenty-second week today.  It has been a momentous week for you and me.  This is the week that I really started to fall head-over-heels, crazy, irrevocably in love with you. See →MORE...

Yesterday was my due date with Aurora.  It started out as a pretty glum day, but around noon we learned that some of our very closest family friends welcomed a new life into the world in the morning.  I know that →MORE...

Last week, something happened.  And I’m not just referring to the enormo-virus I accidentally downloaded onto our computer that took my lumbering giant of a computer dork husband two full days to un-fuck.  Although, if you ask him, he would probably →MORE...

Over the past few weeks, Charlotte has started to wean herself.  I think.  I suppose it’s possible that she’s just temporarily too busy to bother with milk and she’ll come back as enthusiastic a nursling as ever, but something tells me →MORE...

It took two full weeks for the last of the congratulatory cards to arrive in the mail, and each one was followed very closely by cards filled with condolences.  I opened every envelope and set the cards on the coffee table.  →MORE...