I’m having a hard time coming up with a third pregnancy perk. Frankly, I’m amazed I even came up with two. Then again, even the most multiparous of sycophantic, triathletic supermoms would have to agree that Week 38, Kid #3, is probably not the best time to be singing the praises of pregnancy. My hemorrhoid...

My morning latte run is the best part of my day. I’ve got way more energy than I do in the afternoon, Asher is happy (read: compliant), and friendly neighbors smile and wave as I walk by. Well, at least the one with Alzheimer’s does. Since my grossly displaced internal organs feel like they’re trying...

Is it just me or is the whole weigh-in thing for pregnant women a little bit archaic? It feels to me vaguely like being bled by leeches or having one’s feet bound... a bad idea in both theory and practice. I mean, come on – is it really necessary to know exactly how many pounds a mom-to-be is putting...

I have eaten so much this week it’s disgusting. Before we left, I swore to myself I would just have a light breakfast every day and continue my regular 1/2-hour morning-walk routine. A small lunch, a healthy snack or two, and then maybe a nice dinner out – a big salad or some fish. Our first morning...

I feel a bit bad about my last post. Candy Land, while no doubt moderately evil, does provide good clean fun for innocent children who don’t know any better. At least Abby’s not into playing Grand Theft Auto, right? And so, to balance out some of those Bad Things and therefore attenuate all the negative...