Those Injections

This afternoon Mr. G was uncharacteristically available. He piled on the doctor’s appointments and mostly ran from one to the other. So at 3pm when I had Alexander in the car we caught Mr. G on the phone and had a chat about things to pick up from the pharmacy. He’s got a little back pain (cue the flood of chiropractors and MLM mommies) and was headed to a physician who was going to give him a cortisone injection. We chatted a bit and then hung up the phone. At that …

Dreaming About a Tattooed Chest

Friday afternoon Kelsie had a double mastectomy. Her breast cancer diagnosis came slowly because it was so rare that the first lab wasn’t sure what they were seeing when they looked at the biopsy and the second lab had to double check with a third lab. Because of it’s rarity it was almost misdiagnosed and because of it’s rarity it took close to a month to get a real answer. So her breasts are gone along with some lymph nodes. I spent Friday worrying. Worry is a useless expenditure of …

You’re a Great Mom

One of the secrets of Motherhood is that women share knowledge. I imagine it’s part of our roots as the gatherers of the hunter-gatherer lifestyle. Women share a bit, mothers share a lot. You won’t find a community quite like the community of mothers anywhere else on earth. When we’re pregnant we’re drawn to each other. We ask questions that appear to be intimate and overly personal, but as motherhood binds us to one another we find that the questions and their answers are intimate yet not intrusive. We want …

The Most Fun I Ever Had in Bed

The other night I came to bed with my iPhone. It didn’t seem particularly unusual to my husband since I often stream audiobooks or This American Life and listen to it instead of sports while I go to sleep. It was a cold night, so I turned my back to my husband, cradled the iPhone near my gut and piled on the blankets. “Oh, my stomach hurts.” I groaned to him. And then I pressed this button. And there was a farting sound.

Today I Wore Three Pair of Panties: I Wanna Be Barbie (Mom don’t read this one)

This morning I had an appointment with the plastic surgeon Dermatologist. It seems that yet another of my sun spots is actually irregular cells, and the first biopsy called for an additional skin scraping to get the margin clear. In fancy schmancy terms, that means she had to cut me, again. Unfortunately before we could get to the cutting I had to show her a mole that only a bikini wax would reveal. How does one show her plastic surgeon Dermatologist a mole that is (quite often) nicely tucked away …