Weekly countdown

The curious thing about pregnancy is that sometimes long stretches of time will pass without a single notable ANYTHING happening.  No new sensations, no new emotions, no new nothing.  Then, just as you become accustomed to the doldrums, just as you →MORE...

There are eight weeks left in this pregnancy, a fact that I find myself endlessly chanting under my breath.  EIGHT WEEKS TO GO.  I can do anything for eight weeks.  Anything, do you hear me?  ANYTHING! Except, maybe, wrestle a poop-flinging →MORE...

In six weeks, this pregnancy will have successfully gone full-term.  In nine weeks, this pregnancy will have successfully reached my due date.  And in twelve weeks, if this child hasn’t moved out, I am taping an eviction notice to my belly →MORE...

Having seen the pictures and heard the stories, I was fully aware of the fact that I come from a long line of women who look like they’re going to push out a two-ton elephant baby at six months NEVER MIND →MORE...

Pregnancy Yesterday was our BIG MEDICAL APPOINTMENT, something that we had been anticipating with equal parts dread and joy.  We were eager to hear our baby’s heartbeat (whoosh whoosh) and have a few questions answered, of course.  But this was also →MORE...