Somewhat related, I can't stand animals that talk. Not like "Oh Don Piano," that cat is great. I mean puppies and kitties and whatnot with CG mouths that talk like people. Creepy.

I have a FB friend who did the hypnobabies program (she also had her baby at home in a pool) and swears up and down it made birth a painless experience. She was/is so heavily invested in that scene that I'm sure she's talked herself into the idea that she didn't have pain so...I guess she didn't? It worked for her so…

That was all man beneath that open button up shirt. So I guess the undershirt is OEM, then.

Kind of gives "keep fuckin' that chicken" a whole new meaning.

I have a little one on the way—due May 20. I've gotten that advice on diapers a lot too. In fact, my sister's words to me were "Pampers or GTFO." Once my husband found out about the wetness indicator on the Swaddlers, we were sold.

That is a prime example of "you get the face you deserve" if I've ever seen it. Yikes.

YES! Band geeks represent! I love that movie even though my college marching band experience was exactly nothing like that.

Because TITS!

Replying to promote, because I'd chip in. My cats are getting some extra snorgles and canned food this week, and my local Humane Society is going to get a bit of extra cash too.

My freaking IN-LAWS didn't know I had the option to keep my name. They are not that old, either. We got married in August 2002, and later on that year (before Thanksgiving) my husband was visiting with his folks about Thanksgiving plans. His mom asked him "how is Juliekins adjusting to her new last name?" He said…

Oh totally! Last winter, my niece dragged home some stomach bug that made her pretty sick but she recovered fine. Said stomach bug put my sister in the ER because she couldn't stop going at both ends and was becoming dangerously dehydrated. I just got a few nasty colds out of babysitting her, thankfully.

Every time my niece did that (she seems to be past it, thankfully) I wound up with one version or another of what I can only describe as Daycare Ebola. I hope President Obama has a few days off to lay around on the couch watching Star Trek reruns and pounding Sprite.

Sadly, nothing from my in-laws is worth exchanging, so into the Goodwill pile it goes. The K-Mart clearance bin haul included a sweater that wouldn't fit me even if I wasn't pregnant, a wallet containing a $5 bill (which made the wallet worth approximately $5.01), weird fuzzy slippers, and a compact/hairbrush thing…

This is a fabulous suggestion. Before Christmas, Dillon's (part of the Kroeger chain) was offering 4x gas points on gift card purchases. The rest of the year it's 2x. I tried to do all my gift card purchasing there.

Hear, hear! I am 17 weeks along and absolutely cannot be bothered losing sleep over a "birthing plan" or agonizing over breastfeeding. I mean, I have things I would *like* to have happen with delivery, but as long as I'm alive and healthy and my baby is alive and healthy at the end of it, the middle part isn't as…

Not only is it less fun to love thy neighbor, turn the other cheek, and examine the mote in one's own eye, it's HARD FREAKING WORK! You mean to tell me that if I am a follower of Christ that I have to THINK about how my actions reflect on myself and the state of my faith? Uggggggh! Gross! It's way easier to just have…

Well, I think some of my problem was my pillow—I'm a back sleeper trying to become a side sleeper, and my fancypants contoured pillow was jacking with my neck which was in turn jacking with my head. Switched pillows last night and I am doing a LOT better today.

I am pregnant and fighting migraines. (It's better than morning sickness. I think.) I woke up to a screaming three year old on the radio. I thought I had a few more months/years before I had to hear that! So unfair.

I thought "cigarette" was a swear word and couldn't bring myself to say it above a whisper until I was about 6. I guess my parents really talked up the dangers of smoking and I bought in 100%.

I got the most amazing help from a bra fitter at Nordstrom's a few years ago, and I try to live by her rules of bra care. She recommended that I number my bras so that I never wear the same one two days in a row. Wearing the same bra twice in a row without letting it rest fatigues the elastic and shortens the bra's…