Disclaimer: If I use the word “vagina” in the title of a post, consider that your warning about skipping this one if you yourself do not own a vagina. For many women, birth either involves an actual human getting pushed out of your vagina, or an actual human getting pulled from your womb through an…
I brought my baby home from the hospital when he was five days old. Even though it was only ten months ago, I can’t quite remember what day of the week it was. In my heart, it was a Monday. Mondays are for new beginnings. Mondays are for starting over. Mondays are for reinvention, and…
Perhaps you noticed my (very public) freak-out a few days ago. The one where my OB calmly told me at 38 weeks that she was going on vacation, my baby was huuuuuuge, and she’d do me a favor by scheduling a C-section for…..today. Guess where Baby Ben is right now? Still in my belly. Enjoying the mid-afternoon…
I finally packed my hospital bag last night. If you can call throwing four very mismatched outfits, three pairs of panties, and some old PJ’s on top of a duffel bag “packing”. I am 37 weeks pregnant today. Asking me to pack for a trip to The Hospital Inn and Suites is like putting someone on an…
The clock is ticking folks, and about a week ago I realized that at some point a few months from now, I will be required to birth Baby #2. Shit. It’s easy to be calm when you’re pregnant with Baby #1. You don’t know what you don’t know, and all. But we all know how…