I’m delusional. Really, I am. Each day I wake up and try to convince myself that being almost 40 and pregnant isn’t so bad—that I can still rock it like a 20-something preggo mama. After all, I am married to someone 15 years my junior. I have street cred, right? Read More
A couple of weeks ago, Daver and I ran into my neighbor across the street, one who had recently had her first baby. Being the lovable sap that I am, I immediately made a beeline for her in a desperate attempt to hold the squishy baby!
When I asked her how she was, she began to weep. Read More