When I last left you, moppets, I was about to head in for a c-section. We called my doula, who was on her way home and was like, “What? Now? Okay, hold on, I have to changes shoes!” (No flip-flops in the OR, which apparently is a rule. Besides, who wants to get placenta on
Category: Health
Tater’s Birth story, Part One
Oh, the long overdue birth story. Five months later. It still feels weird to share this; not because it’s too private, but because it’s still a trip to think that it happened. I HAD A BABY, Y’ALL. Not that I could forget. He’s in the other room, yelling at the dog. (Who was it that
9 more weeks? Sh*t.
Ah, pregnancy. Between growing a tiny human, work, class and trying to make Jethro do the dishes more than once a week (I mean, REALLY, son?) my second trimester was busy. And fun, though I wish I’d realized how fun it was at the time. Seriously, I could be 6 months pregnant for the rest
Mini-Update
Christ on a cracker…I’m tired, y’all. I let myself slack off on blogging during second trimester so I could catch up on my classes and life in general, but now that I’m waddling through third…I’m tired. Not of y’all, I heart every single one of your faces, just in general. I have about 27 (not
The agony of defeat
So I had my 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I spent the night before bouncing off the walls and talking too much, and the day-of feeling like I was going to throw up. The sono wasn’t just about finding out the sex, it was about whether Tater was growing correctly, had all the right parts,
Cookin’ with Carol: Coronary Chai Spice Apple Cake
The thing about heart disease is that, like most diseases, it doesn’t happen to the just the patient, but the whole family. In order to develop healthy habits, everyone has to pitch in for it to work. How fair is it for someone to have to cut out sugar, salt and fats if your wife
New Feature! Cooking with Carol: Recipes for Captain HeartAttack
Weird title, eh? Don’t worry, all will be explained. Eventually. But first, some background. So I have a dad. We call him the Tyrant. We are not being ironic. He’s a tough dad, as dad’s go. He’s not much taller than me and has a Guyanese accent that my mom and I don’t hear, but
Before and After
As much as I’d like to think that pregnancy hasn’t changed me, my first trimester done messed my world UP. Aside from the constant weirdness physically —”I’m hot! My boobs hurt! I’m cold! Hug me! I’m gonna throw up! My head hurts! GOD, I’m so tired! Don’t touch me! Why is it so HOT in
My neck! My back! My neck and my back!!
[This post was intended for earlier today but I scheduled it wrong. Oopsy. Deal with it. I still love you.] I have been having some hip pain; nothing serious but enough to make me walk funny, groan when I get up and down and not want to start running again. (Running and I took a
Update on TMJ Saga
So. When last you left your intrepid heroine, she was trying to avoid a second surgery and find a way to fix her stupid broken face. (Gripping, I know.) Turns out that I don’t need more surgery and my TMJ is sleep related. (Heather G, hang on, I know you’ll love this…) My current doctor
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