I’m 9 months pregnant, so I’m settling for real coffee and leftover Chinese food this morning. I was starting to feel done with being pregnant, but now I wish she could stay on the inside for another 4 years. At least I have my Obamacare covered breast pump to remember the good times by?

I think it must have been paged like over the loudspeaker for the whole crowd to hear.

I’m pretty sure they serve it during Lent, at least in areas with lots of Catholics.

I have a boy and am pregnant with a girl. I knew the gendering in clothes was bad, but it’s worse than I ever expected. I’m having way less fun buying clothes for my daughter than I did for my son because so many of the clothes are wildly impractical or have gross slogans.

Yes, indeed. My kid goes on kicks where he only wants to watch Toy Story 2, and I now exclusively think of Grammer as Stinky Pete.

I mostly stick to Cook’s Illustrated and America’s Test Kitchen because Costco sells their special edition magazines and the occasional cookbook. I don’t have time for recipes that don’t work as written most days, and with a lot of Internet recipes, you have to crib something together from 5 commenters to make it work…

I was about 50 pounds down from my 2012 post baby weight before I got pregnant again. I lost it steadily over more than a year while also exercising regularly and becoming more muscular. It would have made terrible television, but I didn’t have to starve myself to keep it off. The difference is I didn’t go on a diet.…

I read somewhere that they do it so if the kids are out in public with the nanny, you would be much less likely to recognize them since you’ve been trained to expect what is essentially a costume.

Absolutely, my husband has no contact with his mother, but she’s convinced she’s a saint. But Scientology is infamous for requiring total disconnection from people who leave lest they convince you to see things their way. Supposedly Nicole Kidman’s children with Tom Cruise did it to her.

Now that we’re down to only one Italian American, Ivy League educated, Catholic, conservative man from Mercer County, New Jersey practically anyone looks diverse.

You don’t need a pillow case. You stand the carrier on its end, grab the cat by the scruff, then drop kitty in with one hand as you shut the door with the other.

Well, the forced birth crowd loves the high functioning DS kids because they are high functioning. They like to pretend all kids with the kinds of defects we can be aware of early have such great outcomes, but that isn’t true of even all cases of Down Syndrome, never mind other abnormalities. They use these kids as…

You know, I had a miscarriage in December, and this is probably TMI, but I inadvertently ended up with the partial remains on some toilet paper, and it felt a little weird to flush it, so I put it in the freezer to bury in an extra large planter when the weather was nice. I’m now wondering if I should mail it to Mike…

I have never been to Nashville, but I have made a modified version of this recipe. I can never bring myself to put in all three tablespoons of cayenne.

It’s not the same, but I know the military is much less harsh on you if you admit an alcohol problem and ask for help, even if you’ve done something bad (up to a point) because of your problem. Perhaps they knew about his habit of talking to underage girls online or a roommate saw him with unusually creepy porn, but…

Yes, please. There were several in the back of the theater when my husband and I saw The Witch last weekend, and they spent the whole time giggling and talking. They were not expecting the movie they got, and I was irritated they didn’t just leave.

Somebody thought she was going to win. Losing candidates who refuse to speak publically after the results are announced are my favorite. She’s taking it all out on some poor asshole right now, but since that asshole chose to work for her, it’s all good.

If you wash and dry it, most of the fuzz comes off. But regardless, you cut it into quarters and bite towards the skin if you don’t want to eat that part.

I saw a family with two girls around 10 at Sicario for some god forsaken reason, so I don’t know where the bar for outrage is anymore.

The very first show I ever watched with my son was Drag Race. He was only a few days old, and my only regret is that it was the pretty crappy All Stars season. I should go tell my dad.