Dimensions and delusions

So I really didn’t plan on my blog turning into a “pregnancy blog,” and it’s still not. It’s just that all I write about is pregnancy. I guess it’s because, what better to write about than the time I got home from Aqua Moms and cried on my bathroom floor for 10 minutes because the shower door [...]

Dear Devi,

I love your new blog, and so should everyone else. Love, Amy

Spoonful of sugar

Not too long ago, Kyle and I found ourselves in the car together for something like an eternity, but it went by really quickly because we implemented an archaic tool called conversation. This is because we don’t have a television in our car. During our talk-fest, we began analyzing my personality and its various downfalls. [...]

Evidence you’re a bad wife

After a long day of work you stumble into the house headed directly for bed at 9:30 p.m., and your husband says: “Well, I guess I’m just going to eat a bowl of applesauce for dinner.” You ignore half-hear him; you think he’s joking, because who really eats only a bowl of applesauce for dinner?; [...]

Taking the sociopath

The hormones have released the Crazies. My husband might contend that I have a hormonal imbalance 24/7, but let me tell you that the Crazies is a new visitor that’s darker, more unpredictable and more apathetic than when my little brother woke up in the middle of the night and choked a mouse with a [...]

Belly tells

Wednesday marked the beginning of Week 12. This means only about five more days left of the first trimester, The Trimester of Doom. It also means that now my stomach is hanging over my pants.   And so it begins. I keep jabbing at my stomach: “See, Kyle, don’t you see IT? The Big Belly!!” [...]

Blessed be the couch

Yay, what a lovely couch! I mean, what a really bad, blurry photo, and what unpleasant expressions they are wearing. … And hasn’t your dog’s slobbery bandana been hanging on that doorknob since, oh, Easter?   Yes, to all those things! But, all together now: Yay, what a lovely new couch that isn’t all saggy [...]

I don’t speak Polish anymore

The only sad thing about leaving my old blog, tadpolish.blogspot.com, will be the lack of Poland-centric Google search terms. For example, no more: “how to say amy in polish” “handwritten polish” “polishing socks” (Please, if you polish your socks, fill me in!) “practice polish handwriting” “polish words for golden wedding card” “polish rant” “how to [...]

Doggy Days

There is something flattering about a dog falling asleep on your toes. He doesn’t even care that you need a pedicure.

Dairy Divine

The day we confirmed the pregnancy via doctor (Kyle wouldn’t believe it till then), we went to Chick-fil-A. (This is when I could eat anything. Oh the naivete of a 4-week-pregnancy!) Kyle ordered himself a “celebratory ice-cream cone.” I questioned, “Celebratory?” “Sure. Might as well be.” And this is one reason I love my husband. [...]