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Wednesday Advice Smackdown

But first, a few questions that cropped up from Friday's post about the Big Fancy Photo Shoot: Q) Come on! Post the Polaroid! A) No. Am not allowed. It technically belongs to the magazine and they've told me not to post it, so I won't, for I am Obedient and Good. Q) Will you scan or link to the article when it comes out? A) I will be allowed to scan the article, but not until the magazine is off newstands (late October). The Washingtonian's website doesn't offer the current issue's contents online, and I'm not sure if they even... Read more →

IKEA Jones and the Dresser of Doom

Three IKEA trips in three days = A very bad three days. Now let me just state for the record that I love IKEA. So much. I love the Swedish designs and the low prices and the product names like BJÖRKENTOPES and the big flat boxes. I love how adorable everything looks in the catalog and I love the promise that if I just buy that set of baskets and that particle-board cubby-thing my organization problems will be solved forever. And I love the meatballs. Yet I'm beginning to realize that IKEA is not very good to me. The store... Read more →

So Not Ready For My Close-Up

Once upon a time, when my belly was small and my belly button was not visible through my clothes, I was interviewed by an Actual Media Professional for an Actual Media Publication. I know I said a lot of boring, stupid things, but apparently, they've decided to run the article anyway. (It's gotten bumped several times because, well, it's an article about some dumb girl and her blog. "Filler," as I believe the Actual Media Professionals would call it.) Accompanying the article will be a full-page color photo. Of me. THE VERY VERY PREGNANT ME. The photo shoot was yesterday,... Read more →

Reassure Me All You Want, There's No Denying That All This Nursery Talk Must End NOW

The Wednesday Advice Smackdown will not be seen today, so that we may continue our round-the-clock coverage of NurseryWatch 2005. (What? You people DEMANDED photos! Who am I to deny the will of the people? Especially when the will of the people calls for a photo essay that's a million times easier to churn out than an advice column.) First up, Hangergate! It's not trash, it's ART, sweetie darlings. My husband is an avant-garde genius. And now, the crib! Hello! I am a crib. And...well, I don't do very much except sit here and look cribbish. I would like to... Read more →

The Carousel of Progress!

Hello! No, I have not gone into labor or run off to Vegas on a Greyhound bus. I'm just really tired of writing about my goddamn nursery. But that's all I have to talk about, because that's ALL I DO AND THINK ABOUT AND ALSO DO. Nurserynursery nestnestnest. See? You're bored already. I can tell. But boring or not, this is where we stand: Crib: Assembled, despite missing instructions. We are smart and handy, although there are an awful lot of screws left over. The crib is outfitted with a heartbreakingly pretty bedding set that my brother sent us --... Read more →

The Week in Pictures

Actually, just one picture sums it up nicely: See? Crumbs? Of Cake? Because my week was...(wait for it)...CRUMMY? GEDDIT? (Oh my God, I'm so sorry for that.) So let's see. Where to begin? Mom update? Check. She's doing good. Really, really good. Like buying baby clothes on the Internet good. She's meeting with a breast cancer counselor next week who will help with a prothesis and she's found a little store where they actually sell NICE bras for masectomy patients. (The women in my family, we enjoy our lacy underthings, which is why I have yet to buy an actual... Read more →

Wednesday Advice Smackdown

The Day Thus Far: Baby furniture is here! Remembered the $70 CASH at 6 am this morning, took Ceiba on a detour during her morning walk to ATM, reaffirming my love of city living despite small condo and lots of stairs because having an ATM a block from your house is just so beautiful. Contractors are here! And making a godawful racket. I'm so sorry, neighbors-who-smell-like-cats. And also sorry to your cats, who are probably freaking the righteous fuck out, like mine. If it makes you feel any better, my darling cat dug his claws into my belly while I... Read more →


Momalah Update #1 (left as a comment yesterday, but HA, like anyone other than me was going to slog through all those comments and find it): Thanks everybody -- I just got off the phone with my dad, and my mom is out of surgery. Very, very sick from the anesthesia, but is at least in a private room. I'm going to call her later tonight. The doctor said the surgery went "okay." Over-analyze that as you see fit. (And the cake is from Balducci's, and seriously, I have eaten four pieces today.) Momalah Update #2: I called her last... Read more →

Of Cake and Coping

Today is my mom's surgery. I'm working from home today and trying not to think about it too much. I ate leftover cake from my baby shower for breakfast. Which was wonderful, by the way, and the cake was nicer than my wedding cake, and looked like this: Unbelievable, right? Way too pretty to eat. Somehow, I have managed. (Come and get it, flour beetles! You miserable little shits.) I have completely amazing friends. Friends who went out of their way to make me feel spoiled and pampered and stuffed to the gills with mind-blowing chocolate cake. (It takes three... Read more →

The Belly: Bigger Than A Breadbox

BUT FIRST... Behold! Furniture! Constructed using my own two hands! And a hex key! Also a cordless drill because WHO ARE THEY KIDDING WITH THAT HEX KEY SHIT? I only assembled one side sort of upside down, which I discovered after putting everything else together, so meh, it's staying like that. And after looking at this picture I see that I didn't do such a great job snapping that one side together because there's a gap. A gap that will surely lure small fingers in and then mysteriously close itself up around them, like an evil, possessed toy box portal... Read more →