Desperate times call for…humiliating measures
On Valentine’s Day a routine ultrasound revealed that our daughter, at thirty-nine weeks gestation, had flipped from the standard vertex position into the footling breech. Instead of celebrating our love with flowers and candlelight, my husband and my every thought
Shower The People You Love With Love
This weekend, at my baby shower, I experienced how it must feel to eavesdrop on my own memorial service.While I sat in a rocking chair surrounded by a heap of exquisitely wrapped pink and green gifts, my mother passed around a
Marriage Does Not Mean Seeing Eye To Eye
My husband and I often do not see eye to eye, and that is not just because of our twelve inch height difference. I have a weakness for wrapping babies like little burritos until their scrunched, reddened faces are the
Towanda!
Whenever I wake up to go to the bathroom (again), and look over at my husband blissfully sleeping on his stomach with one leg hiked up like he’s leaping hurdles in his dreams, I feel like taking the gigantic pillow
Talk About A Rude Awakening
My older brother was always the one who would wander the halls at night and was once found sleeping at the edge of the loft outside his bedroom; a ten foot fall my father had tried to prevent by shoving
Little People Can Have Babies Too!
My husband and I were sitting on the couch, having our morning coffee, when I paused in the magazine I was flipping through and showed him the picture. “Do you think our daughter’ll look like that?” I asked.Taking a sip
The Girl With the Star Tattoos
I was reading in the waiting room when the girl burst through the double doors of the women’s health clinic and strode past me. Peering over the pages of my book, I covertly took in her black-on-black scrubs, her pink