Two Giraffes: A Birthing Story

“Who’s picking up the Donuts?!” I wondered as the surgeon’s scalpel freed two 30-week old boys from my uterus. It was August, my best friend was in town for the weekend, and I had pre-ordered donuts from The Ginger Snap┬áto┬ácelebrate staying pregnant for four more weeks in the Antepartum wing of Methodist Hospital. Little did…

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Bedpans and Bollywood

I know what you’re thinking, and you don’t have to worry. I wield transparency with discretion, although discretion, much like caution, often gets thrown to the wind. Proceed at your own risk. I have discovered over the last 3 weeks that I was asking all the wrong questions during my highschool/college dating years: “does he…

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The Bedrest Club

I became a member of the Bedrest Club 9 days ago, when a mundane trip to the laundry room got messy. I was 26 weeks pregnant with twin boys and thought “hey, I should just cruise through the rest of this high risk pregnancy stuck in a hospital” (not). So, here I am, doing everything…

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