Husband: "Did you read this NY Times article about this very grown-up, non-baby-related topic?" Me: "No, I haven't seen it. I was busy reading this work of fiction, containing no references whatsoever to childbirth."
Waiting on line for the bus, I tried to be friendly to a pregnant lady standing behind me. "When is the baby due?" I asked. She frowned and said, "What baby?" Turned out she wasn't pregnant, just overweight.
Perhaps we all need to take a step back and remind ourselves that we all arrived on this earth through a mother -- and the basic humanity deserved by any visibly pregnant woman needs greater attention.
Maybe you'll someday need to borrow money to send your kids to college. All of those things take credit, and a good credit score can help you borrow more money for a longer period of time with a lower rate.
I had just discovered I was pregnant with my first child. Most women in my shoes would be making lists of names, mentally designing the nursery or simply immersing themselves in baby bliss. I was reveling because I could finally eat whatever the hell I wanted.
Championing fatherhood rights for rapists would seem to be a politically suicidal position for any candidate for office in America. But this year's GOP nomination race seems to be testing this, in a big way.
Long before I got knocked up, or more accurately, as soon as I paid all that money to get myself knocked up at the Batzofin Fertility Clinic, people told me how amazing my sex life would be when I did get pregnant.