Until parenthood becomes a very real part of your future, it’s impossible to fully appreciate the myriad ways moms and dads can screw up their kids. Forget the worry that you won’t know how to change a diaper or will give them the wrong baby food. I’m talking about creating fundamentally flawed individuals who will forever suck at life.
When I found out I was pregnant in July, it never crossed my mind that anything would happen other than a blissful gestation with a beautiful baby making his or her debut in mid-March. My expectations changed dramatically when, just a few weeks after that big fat positive, the bleeding started. Five days later, my doctor confirmed a miscarriage.
I can’t decide who was more deserving of mocking: the teenage boys hanging out at the Taco Bell hitting on almost-30-year-old women, or me for being an almost-30-year-old-woman alone at the Taco Bell on a Friday night.
The last six weeks of my life have been punctuated by awkward phone calls full of bad news, visits to one hospital after another, and sleepless nights on uncomfortable chairs in sterile rooms. Although my family has been historically pretty healthy, we’ve been dropping like flies lately. My current illness, a particularly persistent cold that’s been making me miserable for… Read more »
I will forever remember 27 as the year I finally grew up — and not just because it was the last year I could legitimately describe myself as being in my “mid-twenties.” When I was a kid, I looked forward to middle school because those 12- and 13-year-old girls just really seemed to have it together. In middle school, I… Read more »