Managing pregnancy news with the extended family (when you are estranged)

Aside from my immediate family, there’s one other family member I have not yet told about the pregnancy news. I still don’t know what to make of her, which is why I’m still trying to figure out a) when to tell her and b) how to tell her and c) how to brace for the... Read more »

It can't be that hard to find a baby monitor for the deaf

So here’s the deal. I’m profoundly deaf. My husband is hearing, but his ears pretty much turn off at night too. How will we be able to hear the little one cry in the night? (I’m trying to prevent SOME mommy-guilt.) We live in a small 1-bed, and the little one will be sleeping in... Read more »

Confronting a smoker at the dog park

Confronting a smoker at the dog park
Ever since I heard about the city passing a smoking ban for all Chicago Park District property, I wondered how I would handle smokers should they light up in the dog park. I hate confrontations. Haaaaate confrontations. I can never think fast enough to come up with witty retorts to make people think. (That’s my... Read more »
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You can't change the world

You can't change the world
You can’t change the world. I know Gandhi said to be the change you wish to see in the world, but you can’t change the world. Take the burdens off of your shoulders, because it is impossible for any one person to bear the weight of the sins against humanity. To immerse yourself in the... Read more »

When you can't tell family you're pregnant

When you can't tell family you're pregnant
What if you can’t tell your family you’re pregnant? Or some family, but not others? What if you had to worry about your family finding out, and subsequently opening a Pandora’s box of toxic communication? Not all families are supportive and (at least mostly) healthy. If you’ve read some of my earlier blog posts, you... Read more »

Add Frozen to the list of movies that make me cry like a baby

Add Frozen to the list of movies that make me cry like a baby
My dog was confused as to why I kept trying to get him to come sit by me. He doesn’t usually see me cry like this. Actually, I don’t think he’s ever seen me cry like this. He just snorted and went off to eat cat turds or chew on a bone or something. But... Read more »
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The PUQE score, or, c'mon can morning sickness end already??

Some brilliant idiots developed a way to quantify morning sickness, and they named it the PUQE score. Haha, get it? The puke score? You KNOW they had to wrangle the words around just to get that acronym, because Pregnancy-Unique Quantification of Emesis/Nausea is not the natural way of saying things. Here’s an online test. It’s... Read more »

The lazy millenial myth : Can't we just let it die?

The lazy millenial myth : Can't we just let it die?
I saw this on the bus today, and it pissed me off. If you can’t read it, it says, “Expect something great without doing any work. (We’re Millennial friendly.)” (Sorry it was blurry–I was on a bus after all). Gee, thanks, Chicago Apartment Finder, for perpetuating that ugly and incorrect and offensive myth. I certainly... Read more »

L2O : Not a place for a simpleton like me

The appetizers were high-end cheese balls in some sort of parmesan bubble frothy thing, and cooked fish. I spurned the fish for the heavenly fried cheese ball goodness, and got myself another spoonful every time they brought out another tray. I might have been annoying, but I already told them I was pregnant because I was the only one carrying around a glass of Coke while everyone else drank yummy-smelling wine. 

Cheese balls. Mmm. That was the first inkling the evening might not be so bad.
I’m a simple person when it comes to food and eating out. I just want good food, and I know I don’t need to spend $$$$ to get good food. The fanciest I can get without feeling distinctly uncomfortable is Quartino and Smith and Wollensky, and I am perfectly happy with M Burger. Here’s an... Read more »
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Pregnant and on antidepressants : Why I'm not worried

Pregnant and on antidepressants : Why I'm not worried
Okay, admittedly I started panicking about my antidepressants right after the first positive test. I took the next day off of work so I could pester both my gynecologist and psychiatrist in between crying spells because fuckit, even though this child was unexpected, what if my antidepressants ruined his/her nervous system? DID I  SCREW THIS... Read more »