Reason #87 why I want to feed my kids to the bears at the zoo on, pretty much, any given day.
I get home from taking my daughter’s Pug on a walk this morning. 716 more words
Once I told people I was pregnant, I recall being told to get “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” (WTEWYE) and my response was always “no thanks.” You wouldn’t (or at least I didn’t) expect to see so much bewilderment at my refusal to read about pregnancy and newborns. 447 more words
I want, really want, to want a baby. Not now, of course, but someday, foreseeably. It’s just not adding up for me, though, and I blame the way we’re all talking about motherhood these days (and it’s worth noting here that there is a specific sacrifice and martyrdom injected into motherhood that simply isn’t attached to fatherhood in the same way — you know there is). 441 more words