Shit on a Shingle And Other Life Moments
When we first found out we were pregnant, we decided not to tell anyone the sex of the baby for a while. Why? A whole kaleidoscope of reasons but basically I didn't want to listen to anyone tell me who my kid would be based entirely on their sex. One of the first questions people…
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In baby news, I'm 39 weeks pregnant and it feels like someone has plucked my brain out of my skull and I'm just wandering around with my head up my ass.
Our house in Salt Lake City, La Casa Fristy, is a tiny bungalow on a tree-lined street in a liberal neighborhood called Sugarhouse. It gets its name from the sugar beet test factory that used to be here about a hundred years ago that was owned by the Mormon church. I have no idea what…
If you're at all familiar with my travel blog, Surviving in Italy, you might be familiar with the work of my wedding photographer, Alix. She has a very natural, journalistic style and so when it came time to do maternity pics I knew that she was the best fit for us because I'm not great…
Next week I'll be 37 weeks pregnant which means (according to Google and my lady doctor) that I'll be full-term. Please, someone, send this kid an eviction notice. He's taking up all of the space in my insides and I look like a candied apple, just a giant round thing on top of two sticks.…
At least I thought I might die. Two days ago I was minding my own business when suddenly I couldn't breathe and my heart started pounding and my head felt woozy. Web M.D. said, "you're dying," and I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling until the bad feeling passed an hour later. I…
I've tried to make plans with a handful of people in the last few weeks and the conversation always goes something like this: Me: Let's go blank, blank, or blank. Their reply: You'll have a baby next year. First of all, I don't need a reminder that I'm 32 weeks pregnant. Trust me, nobody needs…
