Sure, there are plenty of hilarious entries to this contest. But nothing really shines until nerdy Simpsons fans get their hands on it.
Being pregnant at my age, a couple years from 40, was not my plan. When I was young and idealistic, I mapped out my life. I wanted a degree, husband, and children, a girl and a boy, all before 30. Umm…my life didn’t read the plan.
I was feeling particularly wintery this weekend and winter is a good time for casseroles. Cold, damp westcoast winters make me want to bundle up in my warmest, wooliest sweater, wrap myself in two more blankets, and eat piping hot foods until February.
How to be friends with a pregnant woman: a primer.