I’m taking the long way home again. I need a few more minutes — enough to get through The Cars’ Just What I Needed and, inexplicably, Laid by James. “You’re driving me crazy … when are you coming home?”
We’re running out of time. Just a couple of months left and we have so many chapters left to cover.
I’m seven months pregnant and I’m not craving pickles or ice cream (although both sound delicious). Instead, I’m craving music.
Like the songs we played on repeat in middle school: Green Day’s Welcome to Paradise, The Offspring’s Come Out and Play.
The songs I listened to in high school while driving alone on small town, star-filled nights with a CD-to-cassette adapter stuck in my ancient car radio. REM’s Crush With Eyeliner. The Breeders’ Cannonball. Veruca Salt’s Seether. Continue reading “2nd Trimester Playlist”
It pays to be in with Virgos.
A high-functioning Virgo mom friend and her wife emailed me their list of pregnancy/baby tips. It overwhelmed me at first glance (it’s 3,000+ words subdivided into seven categories) and I fled.
My first trimester felt like a Halloween maze, with scary specters jumping into my path as I struggled to get to the end. I did get to the end, of course (I even have the beginnings of my own tips list, it’s down below), but the change was as difficult as it was gradual. Continue reading “In Praise of Panties and Smoothies”
I’m seventeen weeks pregnant. Our baby is either the size of a white onion or a crème brûlée, depending on if I look at the Nurture or OviaPregnancy App.
Now I believe that morning sickness is Mother Nature’s way of distracting you from the shock of creating a new human. You’re so pre-occupied with feeling like shit that you don’t have time to ask yourself “Oh God, what have I done?!?!”. Continue reading “Seventeen Weeks. Should I worry?”