January 2010

Four years ago today, over my OB’s lunch hour, I delivered Whitney. I’m not going to tell you it was a hard labor, or that I threw beverages or small pieces of furniture at Ben. And I didn’t scream like a boiling lobster as I had, eight years earlier, during my natural childbirth with our first daughter, Lexi.

No, this time around, I had a scheduled induction, and a pain-free four hour labor, wrapped-up with only three minutes of pushing. My pelvis was so numb you could have stuck me in the hip with a hospital fork and I would’ve probably just asked whether or not you knew how long the cafeteria served lunch.

Oooh, wait, there’s a but. And a butt. And a latex glove.

Here I am with Whitney an hour, or so, after she was delivered. ...Continue Reading »

Over the weekend, we met up with Ben's sister who was visiting from out-of-town, at a nearby Starbucks. We could have chosen a kid friendly place like McDonald’s, or a Chuck E. Cheese, but instead opted for Starbucks. [Side note here: since Chuck E. Cheese lost it’s liquor license, I’ve realized it smells a lot like farts when you’re sober.] So, we didn’t go to a "kids' place," but we also didn’t go to a bar - where I'd like to see more of our family gatherings held. Really? You don’t know what I mean? ...Continue Reading »

The look... ...Continue Reading »