Flashback: Adeline’s Birth Story


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Every birth story has an abbreviated version. Not even a story, really, it’s just the two or three most dramatic moments chosen to make the listener laugh or gasp. One of my moments is always the start of the story: I went into labor at Costco.

Like every dramatic moment, of course, it’s a bit of an exaggeration. But I did, indeed, have my first real contraction while standing in line at Costco. The kind that made me go, “Damn, I need to sit down.” The kind that made me realize, “Oh, these Braxton Hicks I’ve been having haven’t been shit.” The kind that made me think, “This could be it.”

It was 11:00 A.M. on Sunday, November 14, and Adeline was 8 days late. Continue reading

Literary Sexism: It’s a Man’s Book


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Picture this: A female author writes a novel about a middle-aged woman struggling through something of a mid-life crisis. She’s been divorced for several years, but she’s still reeling with the aftermath, coasting along in something she calls “The Existence Period”. She’s dated some, but she has recently suffered a crisis in her current romantic relationship and she ponders whether she’ll ever be able to love again. She’s ambivalent about her career and spends much of the book pondering what she should do with her life. She spends a weekend with her troubled teenager, wondering whether she failed as a parent and what she can do now to make things better. The experience awakens her, and she ends the book determined to make things better with her children and her current lover.

What would happen to this book? I have a pretty good idea: it would be labelled “women’s fiction”, it would be given a soft, pastel cover, and it would be dismissed by the critics.

But in reality, this book had a better life. Because it was written by a male author about a male protagonist (with everything else being equal) it was hailed as “a major American novel” (Washington Times) and given the Pulitzer (1996). Continue reading

Three Things I Love about Being Pregnant


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I know I haven’t exactly been a beacon of optimism during this pregnancy. I don’t try to pretend to be one of those women who just loves the experience of being pregnant. It’s not really my thing. But now that I’m nearing the end (and possibly the end forever) I’m feeling a little more forgiving. I’m even thinking of things that I actually do love about it.

Well, three things to be precise. And only three things. Continue reading

Progress Report


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The other day when I picked Addie up from school there was an envelope in her cubby: her end-of-year Progress Report. It’s not even preschool yet, so there’s not much to report, just things like whether she can use scissors, hop on one leg, and put on her own jacket. But even though I knew what it would say, I still opened it as soon as we got home.

As Addie played with her trains (James hiding from Rosie, like usual), I opened the envelope and started reading. It was mostly the expected things, but then I got to a sentence that took me by surprise: Continue reading

Pregnancy Photos: 37 Weeks


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Well it’s official: I could have the baby any day now and he wouldn’t be considered premature anymore. Of course, the normal range is from now to 42 weeks, so “any day” is a bit of a stretch.

Oh god, don’t mention stretching. There’s already too much of that going on around here.

37 Weeks PregnantDespite the fact that I’m really sick of being pregnant, I’m actually hoping the baby doesn’t come for a little while. That’s because a dear friend of mine is hoping to be here for the birth. She lives in Denver, so she’ll be in the Midwest for about 9 days right around my due date and we’re both crossing our fingers that he comes in that window. Continue reading

A home. A birth.


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I open the box that UPS delivered and start pulling out what’s inside: mesh underwear, Chux pads, a bulb syringe, a pericare squirt bottle. I add the supplies to what I’ve already bought: extra towels, a plastic shower curtain, straws, a plastic bin, and more.

I sit back and study it, imagining how we’ll use all of it, wondering if we’ll need everything. I start to visualize the day, wondering when it will finally come. It could be in just a couple weeks, or maybe longer.

My midwives told me to have everything gathered by today: 36 weeks. Just in case.

I have the supplies, but I still don’t feel totally ready: I want the house to be all set up, everything in it’s place. I would want that, I think, in any circumstances in which I were having a baby. But I feel especially strongly about it now. I really want this house to feel like a home.

You see, we’re planning to have this baby at home. Continue reading

Dear Comcast: It’s not me, it’s you


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Listen Comcast, I don’t mean to be harsh, but I don’t think this is working out.

I had my suspicions that things might not go so well on our first date, when a technician came out to set things up. He was a really nice guy, but the fact that he couldn’t actually figure out how to hook up the cable box to the TV was mildly concerning. When we had to gently suggest that he put the HDMI cable in the “HDMI Out” hole, I worried a bit. But I decided to cut him some slack. It’s only part . . . or most . . . or basically his entire job . . .

Of course, he also did our phone and internet. Or not really. He couldn’t figure out the phone bit. “Just call and they’ll send someone else out,” he assured us, as though it was perfectly reasonable. Again I thought to myself, I’m not sure if this relationship is going anywhere. But I bit my tongue. We’d at least try for the second date.

And oh, what a second date we had.


When, after a 20 minute wait, we managed to get in touch with someone and schedule an appointment to have a tech come out and fix our phone, I thought the 10:00 AM – 12:00 PM window that you gave me seemed pretty reasonable. Things are looking up, I thought. He’ll come, he’ll fix the phone, and we’ll be done in time for lunch and an afternoon out.

But you didn’t come.

When I finally lost my patience and called at 1:00, you told me there’d been a mistake: the window was actually 8:00 AM – 2:00 PM. Okay, I thought, through gritted teeth. Every relationship has some bumps. Miscommunications are common. He’ll be here within the hour and we can pretend that everything is fine.

But you still didn’t come.

Like a spurned lover I dialed your phone number, ready to hear your heartfelt apologies. If you could have just apologized, maybe things might have worked out. But I was in for a rude awakening: you informed me that the window was actually 8:00 AM – 8:00 PM.

Listen, Comcast. Let’s get real for a second here: you expect your paying customers to wait on you for 12 hours? In what world is that acceptable? How can that possibly be a real policy? Do your other girlfriends routinely take this abuse??

I held the phone in my shaking hand and watched my 2.5 year-old run around the living room with a cardboard box on her head, losing her mind from being stuck in the house all day, and I started to let myself think that this might be the end of our relationship. I tried to reason with you, but all you could say was that you couldn’t do anything about it. You couldn’t explain the multiple miscommunications. You couldn’t get anyone out any earlier. You couldn’t tell me when the tech might come. You couldn’t, in short, do a damn thing.

Still, I held out a glimmer of hope. Like every abused woman before me, I thought that maybe, just maybe, if you came through on this, if you just fixed the phone and apologized, we could work things out. You’d be here by 8:00 PM. There was still hope.

But again. you. didn’t. come.

You just never showed up. I waited twelve hours for you, stuck in the house with my insane toddler, and you never came. I’m willing to give my all to this relationship, Comcast, but if you’re not even going to show up, what can I do?

This needs to end.

I know what you’re going to say: “You have to stay with me – there’s no one else out there for you! Besides, do you really think any other provider is going to treat you any better?”

Don’t be the abusive boyfriend, Comcast. You could be right. Maybe I never will find true, TV provider love. But I deserve better than you. And nothing you say to me will make me stay. Maybe all the TV providers out there will be abusive jerks too. But how will I know unless I try? I have to open my heart to love again. I have to give another provider a chance.

Because honestly Comcast? You had your chance. And you blew it.

Revising vs. Rewriting


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I’ve spent a lot of time over the last eight months revising my first book. I’m on the sixth draft and it’s been through a lot of changes. I’ve had many, many people read it and I’ve taken a lot of their comments and rewritten sentences, paragraphs, even chapters. But through all that, I never quite understood when people said they were “rewriting”. I always felt like I was just revising.

That’s because I was.

And now, after workshopping the book up at Write by the Lake in Madison, I’m rewriting. And I finally understand the difference. And it’s terrifying. Continue reading

Pregnancy Photos: 35 Weeks


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Here we go! I’m finally getting really big. Although honestly, I wish I were a little bigger because I feel super crowded inside. My organs are all shoved up into my lungs and it feels like the boy is constantly pushing on my bladder. Yay!

35 Weeks Pregnant

I mean, seriously, how many times can a person get up to pee in the middle of the night? If you said 4 or 5, you’d be right. Is it any wonder I look exhausted in this picture?

On the plus side, physical therapy is awesome and my SI joint pain is pretty much all gone. Even with all the moving, lifting things, bending down to unpack, etc, it hasn’t come back. So that’s huge.

What isn’t actually huge is me: I’ve stopped gaining weight and by fundal height I’m measuring about two weeks behind. Which is exactly what was happening with Addie at this point in my pregnancy with her……. And she was nine days late. All of which has made me finally admit to myself that this baby might be just as late as she was. Dear god, I really hope not.

It doesn’t seem possible because my braxton hicks have gotten super intense. They send aches wrapping around my back and radiating down my legs. It’s still nothing like real labor contractions, but they’re pretty strong. It sure feels like it must mean labor isn’t too far away. But my midwives assure me that I just have a “talkative uterus” and it’s probably not causing any progress. We’re going to check at my next appointment (next week) to see if I’m dilating or effacing at all. Fingers crossed!

I guess the good thing about going full term or longer is that it gives me a little more time. More time with Addie. More time with just one child. More time to settle into the new house. More time to work on my book (more on that soon!). More time to sleep – even if it is interrupted by lots of peeing. More time to get ready for an infant again…

In the meantime, I’m just trying to enjoy this last bit of quiet time with my boy. I can feel knees and elbows and feet jabbing me all over, and sometimes he stretches up and shoves a foot into my ribs. He still seems really chill and I can’t wait to meet him and see what he’s like.

5 weeks! (Or maybe more…..)

Stairway to Anxiety


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We’re getting settled into the new house. Which is, technically, a townhouse. Meaning that it’s tall and narrow: four stories tall, to be exact. And that’s a lot of stairs.

It already feels like home after only five days, but the stairs are definitely the biggest adjustment. Especially since our previous apartment was all on one level. And ESPECIALLY since I’m eight months pregnant.

You learn pretty quickly that going up and down that many stairs all day long is just too exhausting. So you start to plan out when you’re going upstairs, when you’re coming back down, and what you need to bring with you when you go either way. Which is all a little more effort, but I’m adjusting.

What I’m not adjusting to as well is Addie on the stairs. She’s two and a half years old, she can do stairs just fine. But she hasn’t had a ton of experience with them. And more importantly, I haven’t had a ton of experience watching her do them. I’m not used to the idea of her just climbing up and down stairs like it’s no big deal. But that’s what she wants to do.


She doesn’t think twice about just running upstairs if she wants to grab her Rainbow Dash doll, or running downstairs if she wants her ipad. Meanwhile I’m chasing after her, my heart racing, images of her crashing down the stairs crowding out all rational thinking. I know she can do it, but I’m still terrified. Continue reading

Whirlwind Week


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The last six days have been nothing short of insane. I’m so exhausted that I don’t even know where to start. But I hear the beginning is a good place, so I’ll go with that.

On Saturday the seller’s moved out and we finally got to walk into our new house – owners and in possession. It was a pretty amazing feeling. We own a house.

And not only are the house and neighborhood great (which is why we bought) but on Saturday we stumbled into a block party and discovered that our neighbors are great, too! There’s a courtyard in the complex of townhomes and apparently all the kids play out there all the time. We could hardly drag Addie away when it was time to go home and work on more packing.

Block Party in the courtyard

Block Party in the courtyard

We spent Sunday moving over small loads, but the big stuff had to wait because the house got repainted this week. The seller’s had a flair for bold color – including a greenish-yellow and a bright orange – something that we don’t share. We’re a bit more understated. The amount of painting required four days and was finished today.

The living room at the new house - with the old paint.

The living room at the new house – with the old paint.

Which is fantastic, because we move in tomorrow. Ho-ly Cats, you guys. We move to our new house tomorrow!

Of course, I haven’t been much help with packing because, you know, I’ve spent the entire week up in Madison at the Write By The Lake conference. As if I wasn’t stressed enough already. (Because in case you didn’t know, having six strangers critique your entire book is, well, super stressful.)

It’s been an amazing experience, and I still have one more day. I’m trying to process it all – I’ve gotten a ton of feedback and ideas, but now I need to figure out which ones make sense for my book and which don’t. I’ve met some great people and learned a lot.

Writing by the Lake.

Writing by the Lake.

I’ve also done more driving than I’ve done in years. I drove up to Madison on Monday morning (3 hours). Then back to Chicago yesterday afternoon to pick up Addie (3 hours), then up to Milwaukee to take Addie to my parents’ house (1.5 hours), then back to Madison this morning (1.5 hours). And I’ll be driving back to Milwaukee to pick her up tomorrow (1.5 hours) then back down to Chicago (1.5 hours). My pregnant belly is getting big, so sitting in the car is a pain (literally). But I’m so grateful that I’ve been able to be up here and that Addie has been so well-taken-care-of in the interim. The driving is worth it.

And when we drive back down to Chicago tomorrow I’ll have to remember to get off at our new exit: we’ll be driving to our new house!


I’ll write more about the conference when I’ve processed it and more about the house once we’re settled in. Fun times!

Pregnancy Photos: 32 Weeks


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It’s a little late, but here’s my 32 week picture. The photos seem to be getting worse and worse, which I suppose means David is getting just as sick of this pregnancy as I am. Or at least that he’s getting sick of taking pictures of me. Oh well.

32 Weeks Pregnant

With eight weeks to go I’m tipping the scales at 30 pounds gained. Fan-tas-tic. The reflux took a week or so off, but it’s back in full effect now. And my relaxin-induced joint loosening is getting worse and worse. So bad, in fact, that I’ve started physical therapy for it.

I’ve never done physical therapy before, so I had no idea what to expect. It turns out that so far I basically just get a massage for 45 minutes and then they send me home with some exercises to do. Twice a week. Paid for by my insurance. I can live with that! Supposedly we’re starting “deep bone work” tomorrow, though, so the massages might be over. Sad day.

The highlight of the last few weeks has been an increase in movement. Or not movement exactly, but an increase in what I can feel, since the baby is getting bigger and the amniotic fluid level is maxed out (so the book says). So now instead of just some random nudge, I can tell that it’s actually a foot or an elbow. And that’s pretty freaking cool. I’m carrying basically the same as I was with Addie and he’s doing the same thing she was at this stage: he’s head down and he’ll push his feet out to my right side and his butt out to my left side, stretching me out as he stretches his legs. It’s pretty adorable.

Not so adorable are the intense Braxton Hicks contractions that I’m getting. I’ve had them since about 20 weeks, but at this point they’re pretty extreme. Much worse than they were with Addie. Obviously it’s still nothing compared to real labor, but they can leave my abdomen sore by the end of the day. And I get them ALL the time. The books say to call if you get more than four in an hour, but I’d be calling every single day if I did that. My midwives assure me that it’s normal in second pregnancies and that I’ll know if something isn’t right. Which I’m sure is true. But it’s still really annoying.

Other than that, I’m just trying to get through the move and settling in. It’s hard to imagine having a baby when we have another major life change just a week away. I think once we’re moved the next few weeks will go really fast. At least I hope so.

8 weeks to go!!

Stage Fright


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On Saturday morning Adeline’s school had a little graduation ceremony for the Kindergarten students. Every classroom was invited to attend and they all had a couple songs to sing. Addie’s class – the two to three year olds – was going to sing two songs.

The teachers told us about it a couple weeks ago and I was really excited. But also, I had a suspicion that she wouldn’t want to get up and sing when the time actually came. See, she’s been really clingy lately. Probably because we’re moving and she’s about to be a big sister. Changes are afoot that she doesn’t really understand. Hell, I’m nervous and anxious about it and I’m doing it all voluntarily and with full understanding. It makes sense that she’s a little scared and confused.

So I thought maybe we should just skip it. But she seemed excited about it and I didn’t want to take away the opportunity. So we woke up early on Saturday morning, piled into the car and drove to the graduation.

As soon as we walked into the hall I knew I was right: it was crowded and noisy and she made me pick her up and then buried her head in my neck. But I took her over to where her class was gathered and tried to convince her to sit with them. She refused. So I sat there with her and when the time came for them to go on stage, I tried to convince her to go on stage. She still refused.

I did my best to stay positive and she sang the songs on my lap and even did the little motions (the songs were The Wheels on the Bus and Skidamarink-a-Dink). Halfway through the second song she was so happy and excited that she jumped out of my lap and made her way to the stage. But right as she was about to go on, the song ended. I just about cried.

But she turned around happily and ran back to my lap. So I kept the smile on my face and clapped along with her.

When it was all over, though, I felt miserable. Continue reading

In defense of Rainbow Dash


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Adeline has recently become obsessed with My Little Ponies. At first, I was a bit distraught. They seemed like the worst versions of the overly “girly” girls who are one-dimensional and stereotypical. But they’re actually not that bad: each episode has a lesson about friendship and the ponies often show strengths that you wouldn’t expect.

Addie’s favorite pony is Rainbow Dash, who’s pretty cool. She’s a Pegasus who loves nothing more than flying as fast as she can. Her best characteristics are her bravery, loyalty and fearlessness. In one episode the other girls are getting manicures and Rainbow Dash can’t possibly be convinced to get one – she’s too busy running and playing. Adeline has a Rainbow Dash doll that she loves to make fly all over the house.


So of course, when we were at the bookstore today and I told Addie she could get one book, her eyes magically went right to a My Little Ponies book. It was on the bargain rack and came with figurines, so how could I resist?

Except that when we got home and opened it, I got a surprise. They’ve completely destroyed Rainbow Dash. Continue reading

Moving On Up


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Awhile ago I mentioned that we were trying to get our housing situation sorted out and that I would update you. So here’s the update!

When we moved back from Denver we rented an apartment and the lease on the apartment is up June 30th. Baby boy is due August 2, so we pretty much needed to figure out if we were staying or going and if going, where, pretty quickly. Not a lot of flexibility when you’ve got a baby on the way.

After various negotiations with our unpleasant landlord, we decided the choice was definitely going. But where? We didn’t want to move into another rental only to have to move again in a year. After two cross-country moves in the last two years we’re pretty much over moves.

So we entered the housing market. Which happens to be insane in Chicago right now. A new place would come online, I’d favorite it and two days later it would already be under contract. We knew we needed to move quickly anyway (that damn June 30th deadline) and the market was telling us we needed to move really quickly. Continue reading