Sometimes I forget that I was ever separated and divorced. In all honestly, sometimes I forget I was ever married before. This makes sense. It’s the way things should be. I’ve been with Scott for almost six years now; much longer than I was ever with my first husband. Scott and I have a much…

Sometimes I eat something for which the amount of work it would take to ascertain the Weight Watchers Points would almost count as activity points.

This morning I received this note from an old friend who, after reading my blog and expressing her sadness that things had not worked out with us and our OB-GYN, chimed in on a topic close to her:  “I do feel, however, that I need to defend Northwestern after reading your last post.  As someone who is…

Today I fell right in the middle of Rush Street downtown. In front of a group of coworkers. I sort of knew this would happen – I am not graceful under normal circumstances, much less pregnant ones. I managed to fall on my knee, and then roll to the left, avoiding my belly, so no…

Last night I had to enlist my husband for a task that I never, ever considered would enter into our marriage, though I suppose I knew in some small way that if I became pregnant the intimacy of our relationship would be taken to a whole new level. It’s unavoidable. Sometimes I look at the…

1) Stacy’s Pita Chips, cinnamon and sugar. I had these over the weekend as a mid-day snack during our hypnobirthing class. Holy wow. Delightful. We went to Target and bought two bags. 2) Hypnobirthing class. It could not have been more wonderful to devote three hours to being pregnant, having a baby and all that…

Thanks to my friend, Rachelle, for this. Thought you’d all like it.