Category: Growing a Human

The Tabloids Will Be The Downfall Of Humanity (Or At Least Womanhood.)

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Over the weekend, I was catching up on the breaking news in the Supermarket checkout lane when I spotted it: An old file photo of brand new Mom Kim Kardashian emerging from a swimming pool in a bikini, airbrushed to high heaven, with a headline alleging “I GOT MY BODY BACK!” Sometimes, I feel like as regular women we are… Read more →

“Mommy Wars”: An Argument About Us, Around Us, But Not Between Us.

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By now you’ve seen this weekend’s TIME cover, right?  The one where 26-Year-Old Jamie Lynne Grumet is breastfeeding her upright, not-quite-four-year-old-son Aram. I’m not really interested in talking about the image and the shock value it was selected for. I breastfed Delilah to 14 months myself, and I think that the decision to breastfeed, to extended breastfeed, or to not… Read more →

Ready to Rumble

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So it’s not the most flattering (or least blurry) belly shot I’ve ever taken, but Scott thought it would be funny to jump in front of the camera while I was posing (which amused the hell out of him…the posing part.) I kind of like him being in my picture though, so I’m going with it.    That’s us at… Read more →

Sex and Pineapple

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Walking around knowing your cervix is gaping open is a really weird feeling.   Like my Vagina is some kind of time bomb.   Like at any second my water will burst in the self-help section of Ikea/on my couch/all over the upholstery of my car, and labor will have begun.  At this point, I’ve become so convinced that every twinge, every… Read more →

Low Rider

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Normally, I like to keep my belly self-portraits confined to the belly, but this week, in hopes that it will be the last picture I take, I thought I should record myself in all of my swollen glory – my engorged nose and sausage fingers are providing plenty of fuel for my raging body dysmorphia, even as I do my… Read more →

omfg.

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I’m full term.   Holy crap.   Over the past nine months, I’ve thought a lot about how I would feel at this point in the pregnancy.   Ready?   Panicked?   Calm and Maternal?   Apparently, how I would feel is like a giant, clumsy, sweaty, disorganized mess.   While the nursery is nearing completion, it’s not finished.  While we have almost everything we need,… Read more →