Last night I was having dinner with a friend of mine and we started talking about children. She's a newlywed and considering her first and had asked me if my husband and I had talked about when we might start trying for our second. When thinking about it, I told her that I'd like to get pregnant again very soon. Since Dex is only 6 months old and the first 5 months of his life were absolutely miserable for everyone in our household due to colic, it seemed almost comical that I would...
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I had no interest in giving our hard earned money to poor people in Africa.
Not because feeding and clothing the poor in another country isn't a noble calling; it very much is. But sending money to a small village in some far away land was too cool for my blood. The Hollywood elite had successfully made African charities trendy years ago and I hate trendy. Much how I feel about Twitter.
I always felt like cutting a check to some Tanzanian organization would immediately put me in the...
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“The floors need to be clean and I’m carrying a watermelon in my stomach and just can’t do it all!” I said to my husband in a panic. “And the changing pad needs to be secured to the table. And the artwork needs to be put up! And that mural is never going to be ready in time! And we only have 5 weeks, ya know??!”
After an exaggerated rant about everything that has been left undone, I admitted to Patrick that my hormones might be partly responsible for all my nagging. As always, he...
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