Tagged with I probably shouldn’t reproduce

Things I Care Deeply About (Right Now)

1.  My hair.  After a very stressful few weeks where I wasn’t sure whether Fetusaurus was still in there, or if he/she was packing his/her bags and about to move out into the Great Hereafter, I got good news at our OB appointment.  We saw a heartbeat, saw his/her gigantic noggin, and were told that … Continue reading

Reading Your Way to Neuroses

As a reader (and a former English teacher) myself, I fully intend to have the house stocked with books.  I want bookshelves crammed with them, piles of them on the floor.  Growing up, my kids will know that reading is something that we do.  I want them to love reading, and understand the joy of … Continue reading

Fetusaurus Attacks

I have discovered that the Fetusaurus is leeching off of my immune system, because I have spent the last two days with my ears and nose plugged, and some seriously unsavory drainage going on.  Why is Fetusaurus trying to kill me from the inside?  I am taking two different types of prenatal vitamins, both the … Continue reading

The First Tri-assic

I have gone from the Great Barren Period to the First Tri-assic in one short week!  Well, not one short week.  Two days where we had conversations that went like this: Husband:  Are you pregnant? Me:  I don’t know, the line is super faint. Hours later. Husband:  The line was super faint, so you took … Continue reading

Genetics and The Laws of Even Distribution

Anyone will tell you that science has never been my strong suit. There are certain basic things that I understand, but anything more complex (and involving math) is somehow beyond me. Genetics, for example, completely baffles me. Case in point: I had no idea that it was possible for two biracial parents to produce these: … Continue reading

Confusion and Baby Supplies

When you’re trying to have a baby, you feel slightly inadequate when everyone around you seems to have super-fertile uteruses (uteri?) that send fresh, sperm-magnet eggs down the chute like clockwork every month, but it doesn’t matter if it happens every month, because it seems like their husbands just have to look at them and … Continue reading