“What if my baby’s ugly? Seriously? I DON’T WANT AN UGLY BABY!!”
Unwelcome realization number 5,781: Your body isn’t really your own anymore. Like, at all.
There’s no reason why I want to die. It just seems like I’m eventually going to die anyway, why bother with putting it off? Why spend all this effort moving from one obligation to the next?
The ease with which you can guilt your significant other into on-demand massages.
Have a glass of wine. A large glass of wine – to help dull the all of the Shock and Awe.
This story is tragic and horrifying.
There’s a lot of misinformation floating around out there, so we’re here to debunk some of the biggest myths by presenting that by which anything controversial should be viewed with: The clear-cut facts.
Labor doesn’t have to be terrifying. Not educating yourself prior to is.
Auntiehood (or Unclehood) is awesome. Babies are equally as awesome.
“Had an ex cut the brake lines on my truck. Was on my way home from school when all the sudden the pedal sank to the floor.”