Touche. We live in the actual city (Boston, obvi), and daycare here is a literal nightmare. We make a pretty comfortable living, all things considered, but not so much that $2k+ is chump change. It’s notably more expensive than our mortgage, and finding a spot was nerve wracking because I started looking 6 months…

Who needs some? I have plenty.

I just ate tacos and I’m full-fucking-moon too, so I’ll join your army.

This future citizen of the UNITED STATES deserves a few rights indeed. Rights that fetuses and babies in every other developed country have, that tremendously influence their health and upbringing. Such as:

I would like to argue against the contents of your innards please.

Anti-Abortion Activists Climb Into Trash, Realize They’re Finally Home

If we can get a large enough group of us, and a stockpile of beans there’s always flatulence. From one asshole to another. Literally.

Well, it’s all about how much it can haul. Obviously, a doucheschooner hauls more than a douchecanoe, though both pale before the douchefreighter.

Didn’t we establish that the minimum balance on a starbucks card is $5? *Checks* Yes, yes we did.

Oh yes. I did forget about my insectoid assassination skillset.

Because Sir Patrick Stewart is Sir Patrick Stewart, whatever cesspool he happens to be standing in at a given moment.

By the way, did you know that I am the man who introduced the concept of the double tea bag to the United States.

People love to tell horror stories about anything pregnancy related. Me? Three fairly easy pregnancies; three easy deliveries, breastfeeding was easy and my sex life is grand. Don't stress too much about the bad shit folks tell you.

I couldn’t finish reading it. I’m 8 weeks preggo right now and I got seriously light headed and queasy reading about the labor part. I shouldn’t have read it at all. I’m frightened...hold me.

Yeah, I’m I guess at a weird stage. Today was my first “morning sickness” moment so whoop-di-do. I don’t think I’m going to be that happy glowing pregnant lady. oh well! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thanks for the encouragement, its a unique ride!

Well I should elaborate. My husband’s description of watching me give birth to his friends was “IT WAS LIKE ALIENS!!!! COMPLETELY HORRIFYING!!!” But like I said, he still got over it and we have a very healthy sex life.

i cannot fully express how fun it has been to make jokes about being inside jane’s vagina while i was editing this

BRB, giving myself a hysterectomy with kitchen utensils.

Congrats! And a pre-emptive FUCK YOU to anyone that shows up trying to judge you for this.