Shit on a Shingle And Other Life Moments
Trigger warning. This is a serious post about a very uncomfortable topic. Leo just turned five months old and I’ve been having a lot of uncomfortable feelings lately. Those two things are unrelated...kinda. Let me start again, I recently watched some terrible video that traumatized me and my anxiety is at peak levels right now…
Continue reading ➞ Real Talk: The Horrible Thing We Don’t Want to Talk About
This Sunday my baby will be twelve weeks old. Which sounds like 3 months to me but is not 3 months because like everything related to children their age is a fucking clusterfuck to figure out.
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?
On January 5th, Francesco and I had dinner at a favorite restaurant of ours, one of those "southern style" places that serve the kind of comfort food that you crave when you're sad and delivers you one meal closer to a heart attack. Francesco was gnawing on fried chicken, I sliced away at fried green…
Continue reading ➞ My Birth Story: My Vagina is Just Fine, Thanks
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.
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…
