People are sharing some cool stories about what to call the grandparents in the comments after this post. And here, I’m just updating the p-dot-com readers on my recent ennui — and the tiny list of things I need to…
Category: pregnancy
my life in bite-sized pieces that I swallow and cry over
On Saturday, I looked in the mirror and saw horrible gray stains on my teeth. I cried. Of all the parts of me that are getting stretched and otherwise mangled by pregnancy — not to mention aging — I thought…
rock the boob 100 times
So this is my 100th post. There’s a kind-of tradition in bloglandia that for your 100th post, you write out 100 things about yourself. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and as yet have not made that list.…
fig season & mother’s little helper
It’s fig season in our backyard. Brown Turkey Figs. The trick is to pick them when they’re ripe, but before the birds or squirrels find out that they’re ripe. (Hey, that shape is oddly familiar.) Actually I should say “squirrel”…
curiouser and curiouser, and recipe of the week
Burger for breakfast? Not just a burger, but one half of a leftover burger, cold from the fridge, with cold barbecue sauce, onions, and bacon, and mushy whole wheat bun, from yesterday’s lunch. Really? I opened the fridge, I was…
big beautiful belly: 30 weeks
breastfeeding in the news
Bill Maher has gone from just annoying to truly evil. My fear is that he’s actually manipulated me by acting like such a jerk. I mean, did he say all those horrible things to make me want to breastfeed in…
waiting for something exciting to happen
The other day, Martha Stewart was addressing her studio audience. I’ll paraphrase, though I’m sure there’s a YouTube clip of this somewhere… “How many of you have ever heard of a blog? How many of you have not? About half…