Dingos and Nervous Breakdowns
If you don't have kids this post might weird you out a little bit because, well, you might not be familiar with the peculiar intimacy of parenthood. But, you don't need kids to laugh at us idiots who have them and are perpetually creeped out by how weird are our own offspring. I used to…
I haven't been here for a little while because I published my first book, Naked, and am now a very important and busy person. Just kidding. I'm still the same old ME who mooned her neighbor this morning from my front window only to realize she was coming to my house to say "hi" and…
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It's been a wild ride. After we brought him home from the hospital I cried a lot, had a massive anxiety attack, and spent hours wondering why someone would let me leave with a breakable human being. Who decided we were fit to do this?
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…
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.
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…
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…
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