Archive for the ‘Babies’ Category
PREGNANT IN LA
I imagine what it would be like to be pregnant in LA. This wouldn’t be a normal thought for me if I didn’t have a boyfriend who desires kids and to move back to Los Angeles ASAP after I graduate from my MFA program in NYC. I am also 35, which didn’t seem like a [...]
MY TRIP TO LA
On March 3rd, the inaugural day of my school’s Spring Break, I took a trip to Los Angeles with my boyfriend. I did not want to go for several reasons and anyone who knows my boyfriend, or me, or has had any contact with us in the last 8 months (especially the inhabitants of [...]
KNOCKED UP AROUND PALM TREES
I am trying to picture myself pregnant in LA. Shopping carts; heat; white lines on pavement; strolling carts; beach options; family. Often people say they want to be buried in a certain place. It’s probably where they should live. I used to tell my boyfriend, “Don’t you dare bury me in Los Angeles. Please bury me on [...]
NO MORE TV.
The past week has been both amazing and hard. I got a puppy and it’s changed my life, or at least it’s taken a lot of time. I feel a little melancholy lately. I think it’s because I had some major decisions brewing right before my boyfriend and I adopted a puppy. I have never [...]
I CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE A BABY SO EVERYONE CAN JUDGE ME!
It’s so enticing: A baby in my tummy, my boyfriend being so incredible like always – taking care of me, buying me my favorite foods, writing incredible love notes. We’ll think of baby names together, pick sweet paint colors for the baby room, buy organic tiny baby clothes and eco-furniture. I can do that. I think I [...]
I’M OVULATING AND OVERHEATING
Did think you’d ever see the above pictures next to each other? Well, that’s how I feel. I’m either going to get pregnant or pass out. It’s 104 degrees in the Valley of Los Angeles and I’m ovulating. I must be hallucinating, but I’ve had thoughts of getting pregnant and bouts of nausea from the [...]
HOW ‘BOUT MAKIN’ BABIES?
“Can I go wash your car?” my boyfriend IM’d me from the living room. I was in the next room with the door closed working on an article due Monday. “Who is this?” I jokingly asked. “Where are your keys?” “Thanks honey,” I wrote, “But you don’t have to do that. I can do that [...]



