Month: May 2019

I'm cranky, I'm tired, and my boobs hurt. A lot. More than I ever thought boobs could hurt. Mammogram boob-flattening vices have nothing on pregnancy hormones. I feel like if I could somehow drop one of these future milk makers on a scale they'd deliver a solid weight. Which reminds me of an old joke:… Continue reading 6 weeks and short-fused

I'm 5 weeks pregnant today. The "baby" is the size of an apple seed, a Pop Rocks crystal, and the fly that Mr Miyagi catches in chopsticks in The Karate kid. At five weeks pregnant, I'm in what's known as the embryonic period. According to my BabyCenter app, at this time, the embryo's heart, no… Continue reading 5 Weeks

I was browsing in Winners on the weekend when I noticed a woman and her son. He was moping behind her, a wake of complaints and whines. I'm never going to be by myself ever again, I thought, fear bubbling up in my abdomen. My imagination jumped ahead to having an 8-year-old, unable to shop… Continue reading Who says 3rd time’s the charm?