Right on time.

Rowan, born January 20, 2009, while the rest of the world was welcoming a new American president. Not a bad day to be born.

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What I would rather be instead of both wretchedly sick and nine months pregnant

Wretchedly sick but not nine months pregnant
Nine months pregnant but not wretchedly sick
Not wretchedly sick and not nine months pregnant
Forbidden from ever eating chocolate again
Stuck in an elevator with Ted Nugent for six hours
Forced to read every last one of Ann Coulter’s books
A contestant on Rock of Love
The final contestant on Rock of Love
The PR [...]

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I refrained from using the term ‘titillate’ anywhere. (Except the title.)

Pablo Picasso, Maternity, 1905

Facebook was recently in the news for its monumentally stupid policy that photos of mothers breastfeeding their babies violate the site’s terms of service and are therefore fair game for deletion when discovered. I say “stupid” mainly because, if there’s one thing everyone should know full well, it’s that you don’t mess [...]

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Wanna talk about my size? My OB has a message for you.

I don’t know about you, but I generally like people to refrain from critiquing my body or my appearance out loud and to my face. I get that we’re all judged by our appearances, but, you know, a little discretion never hurt anyone. Most people are savvy enough to keep their comments to themselves most [...]

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“Congrats! You’re pregnant! Get ready for nine months of hell.”

Pregnancy books are the devil. Seriously. I’m convinced they were put on this earth solely to horrify young pregnant women into repenting the carnal sins that caused ‘em to get knocked up in the first place. (“Conceptions are supposed to be IMMACULATE!”) I’ve got a stack of them, from very serious medical tomes to supposedly [...]

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