Several weeks ago I went to my first prenatal visit. I told the doctor I was either seven or eleven weeks along, and we did an ultrasound to get a better idea of just how unreliable my memory is. It was early morning, I was drinking water like mad so I could give a sample [...]
One of my best friends came to stay with us for a few days. She planned her trip before I was struck down in the afternoon and evenings by this first-trimester-stomach-unhappiness, and I have been hoping that I can be cheerful enough to not rain on her vacation. (I am great in the mornings, which [...]
In the past couple of weeks, Spot and Susan have each asked me if I had a baby in my tummy, and I reminded them that I do not anymore. When Spot asked me, we were sitting on the couch, and I saw again the pregnancy test I’d taken the night before, the test that [...]
The week I found out I was pregnant (this time, the fifth time I have found myself with child), it seemed the world was conspiring to tell me how bad an idea that was. On Radio West, I learned that having one less child than I want would be twenty times more effective at cutting [...]