Because I couldn’t have said it better myself. Ever. I'm really super pissed off at Facebook this morning (even more so than usual). Yesterday, I saw someone post the status, "I'm eight weeks and craving bananas." So naturally, I got on the Twitter and vented my anger as this grand eight week pregnancy announcement. I
Dammit, Pampers…
Have I mentioned that I’m not a crier?
Thanks a bunch, Pampers. You broke my dry streak.
Ode to the Phys Ed Teacher
I grew up in a small town. (Can’t you just hear the Mellencamp in the background?) It was the kind of place where every home has four cars: two to drive, and two for the dogs to live in. Really though, it was tiny. There are high schools that have populations twice as large as
What to Expect: When You’re Expecting to Expect
When I got married a little over two years ago, I never expected that I would be here–a veritable science experiment of a woman, working my little fingers to the bone trying to get pregnant, and burdening the world with my tragic woes via the internet. I also had no idea that I’d probably been