My D&C, Or: I Know It Was Supposed To Be Terrible, But It Wasn’t & Here’s Why, Or: On Barbecue & Babies, Manicures & Miscarriage

I like painting my nails. It’s sort of how I like cleaning the bathroom, a small room that can be done in an hour.  I can’t handle the commitment to a daily makeup or hair routine, my clothes are a mess, but I can find a color that makes me happy, and throw it on … Continue reading My D&C, Or: I Know It Was Supposed To Be Terrible, But It Wasn’t & Here’s Why, Or: On Barbecue & Babies, Manicures & Miscarriage

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Is Your Fetus More of a Cheddar or a Blue?

Armed with the belief that cheese > all things, especially lettuce, and a pretty solid working knowledge of the weight of individual cheese wheels (or in the case of the early weeks, the weight of bits and bobs of cheese), I correlated estimated fetal weight by week with the weights of wheels of delicious, delicious cheese. So now you can tell people your growing babe is the size of a wheel of meaty, savory cow's milk cheese, handcrafted by members of the (THE) vonTrapp family, rather than a sad Idaho Gold.

Here I am again, knowing I just can't know who this human inside of me is. I don't get to pick, I don't get to know until she decides to let me know. And I trust with even more faith than I should be humanly capable of possessing that I will love this child, with more love than I have, with more love than I know to exist in the whole world, but it really seems impossible to love anything more than I love my little, tangible family right now.

The First Trimester is the Worst Trimester (and other reasons I’m telling you I’m pregnant)

My left eye won’t stop twitching. I sleep nine hours a night, take hours long naps, and I’m still exhausted. I feel like if I grit my teeth really hard, I might not retch, but then again, I might, and I have a splitting headache from all this teeth gritting, or possibly from not drinking … Continue reading The First Trimester is the Worst Trimester (and other reasons I’m telling you I’m pregnant)

Wow! You can really feel that fundus! - Third year med student on my pretty darn perfect fundal height.   Most nutty thing my doc heard all day: “I’m sincerely excited for labor.” -Me, to which she replied, “That’s not one I hear very often.”