I wish I could blame this on pregnancy hormones, but no. This shit drives me nuts.


I wish I could blame this on pregnancy hormones, but no. This shit drives me nuts.


Discussing baby names…
Eric: “How about [name]? Or [other name]?”
Me: “No. And no. You don’t like [name I suggested weeks ago]? I’m really growing attached to it.”
Eric: “No, I do like it. I don’t know if I’m sold on it.”
Me: “But you aren’t sold on anything.”
Eric: “I know.”
Me: “Ok, so then that’s her name. I’m sold and you like it enough.”
Eric: “That’s it? That’s how it works?”
Me: “Yes.”
Eric: “That doesn’t seem fair.”
Me: (looking down at my bulging uterus, dry, stretched skin, weird-looking belly button and painful, sore boobs as he sits there not sharing organ space with a tiny human)

So yeah that’s her name.
Working with a kid who never pays attention to anything I say, ever.
Me: “I noticed you are extremely focused today. I love it!”
Kid: “Yeah well I realized that you are really smart and have a lot to teach me, and I should really listen to you because you’re a great teacher.”
Me: “Really? So all this focus is because of ME? You just woke up and suddenly realized I’m great?!”
Kid: “Yeah. Is that so crazy? I’m going to listen from now on, because you helped me see that’s important.”
Me (tearing up): “Wow, I just never knew I could have that kind of influence on you. It just goes to show that having one positive role model can really change–
Kid: “Oh and I started taking Ritalin. So maybe that’s also it.”

Me: “18 weeks today! Our baby is the size of a bell pepper, and now has a fully formed uterus and fallopian tubes.”
Eric: “Yeah, if she’s still a girl.”
Me: “What does that even mean?”
Eric: “Well, you know. Everything’s a choice these days.”

(loosely related to A Tired, Dehydrated People )
The sisters Lerman know how to spend a bright, sunny Saturday.


(Related to A Simple “The Answer is 3” Will Suffice )
This is what happens when a PhD student gives you a book recommendation. It comes with a lecture.


(Part of the Ebola Mom series )
On Monday I sent an email to all my clients letting them know I am pregnant, and giving them a heads up about my planned maternity leave in the fall. Every single one of them responded with congratulations and well-wishes, except for Ebola Mom, who did not respond at all.
And just now I received this:

Yesterday I sent an email to my clients letting them know I am pregnant so that they can plan for my time off accordingly. One Mom responded, “That’s fantastic news! Please share with [kid] at her session today, she will be SOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!”
Me: “So…your mom wanted me to share some exciting news with you…”
Kid: 
Me: “I’m going to have a baby!”
Kid: 
Me: “A little girl!”
Kid: 
Me: “Not yet, though. Not until August.”
Kid: 
Me: “Ok, well. Your mom thought you’d be excited…”
Kid: 
Fair enough.
Half my day is spent connecting Eric with his friends.

Sugar Wags is a black lab.

Dudley is a doxen.


This is exhausting.