I know the boobs were on loan, but it just dawned on me that when the bun starts eating food, the beginning of the end is in sight. It’s already begun to some degree; …

No matter how many books you read, no matter how many parents you know or kids you’ve spent time with, there is no mentally tangling with what will actually happen once the lodger is born. …

I went out with another mother today. This is what happens when you become one; you hang out with other ones, even if you don’t know them very well, even if you have nothing in …

I’m disinclined to spend much money on baby clothes, as tempting as dressing the boy like an eggplant or a ladybug is. My mother, bless her heart, is a great bargain shopper and made it …

I’m reading a book about baby sleep. “What is there to know?” you ask (those of you without children, that is. Those of you with kids know exactly what there is to know–anything and everything). …

I don’t remember who said it originally, but someone described taking care of a baby akin to taking care of a drunk. This couldn’t be more accurate. Signs of baby-alcoholism: blurred vision, inability to control …

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Yesterday the hubs and I went in for one last ultrasound to see if all things were jake. The last time I went in, I was amazed at how big I was, at how formed …

So, I wonder if I shouldn’t make a little synopsis of pregnancy. The cliff notes, as it were.
First Trimester:
You’re excited and nervous, and seriously wondering if you lost your mind when you decided not …

Dude, seriously. What are you doing in there? I didn’t think it was large enough for a clog-dancing competition. If I had known that, I would have started renting to the Elks Club.
Well, carry on. …

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As I floated in the tub to create a little buoyancy and alleviate the strain in my hips (a new sort of pregnancy ache, I’m afraid) and read the latest Pottery Barn detritus while …

By the time the bun gets here, I’ll have a firmly entrenched routine of insomnia, so I should be good for those early feedings.
That, and the bun has eaten my belly button.
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In honor of bad days, I recount for you, in full, one of my worst days ever.
In response to this MetaFilter thread, in which we were asked to dish up our worst wedding stories, I …

Were it not also Get-My-Haircut-While-Growing-An-Alien-Day, I would probably hack it all off and be sending my hair, as promised, to Locks of Love. Alas, I fear I need a little security blanket at this time, …

…what my husband looks like if he doesn’t come home soon.
This has been a helluva long haul. He’s often gone for extended periods when he works, but I guess this has been the only time …