What if my kid never finds true love? What if they feel perpetually misunderstood? What if I’m the one who just can’t understand them?
“What if my baby’s ugly? Seriously? I DON’T WANT AN UGLY BABY!!”
Swearing off the Internet once and for all because you just can’t stomach all the mommy blogger fear mongering anymore.
Unwelcome realization number 5,781: Your body isn’t really your own anymore. Like, at all.
The ease with which you can guilt your significant other into on-demand massages.
For the next 20 minutes or so, Sema’s assessments flow in a stream-of-consciousness manner with very few pauses. There’s no stopping her as she expertly combs my cup in search of images—and, conceivably, hints about my past, present, and future.
Have a glass of wine. A large glass of wine – to help dull the all of the Shock and Awe.
You can expect spending a lot of days in bed and ignoring people’s phone calls. I’m really into going off the grid and getting high on each other for nine hours. Has anyone noticed that when you spend all day in bed with a lover, it feels like a drug binge?