The adventures of a girl aspiring to be many somethings, including (but not limited to) a pretty good wife, a passable mom, a decent human being, and a humor blogger whose posts you actually want to read.
Finding out you're pregnant is a terrifying emotional and wonderful experience. Although there are few things as nerve-wracking as trying to shoot pee onto a tiny stick held in your shaking hands in the shadows of a dimly lit bathroom on Christmas morning (that was my experience, anyway) this is actually one of the easiest steps of the journey [...]
I have to admit, I've been incredibly fortunate as a new mom. All of the advice I've gotten from others up to this point has been very much solicited by me. As far as I know, as a mom, I haven't been the object of many judgemental stares, and I have yet to find myself on the wrong end of a pointed finger. Actually, come to think of it, neither end of a pointed finger is really the good one to be on. Sure, nobody likes to be lectured on the finer points of parenting, but I don't know how much pride can really be held in being the one doing the lecturing either.
THE ASPIRING SOMETHING 