It is less than 12 hours until my half-marathon and I am slightly freaking out. I can’t stop thinking about all the water I didn’t drink, all the sleep I didn’t get, all the miles I didn’t push myself — and I can’t find my GU packets that I bought specifically for the race and put Somewhere I Can’t Possible… Read more »
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.