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I usually enjoy (although I'm also a little scared by) Tracy's stories. This time, though, silly me, at six months pregnant, I thought this might be a serious article and I clicked on it hoping to read something real. All I got was scary-scary bad and one more thing to worry about besides pooping in the delivery

Married or looking to start a family at 25-26 isn't so terrible—I mean that still leaves plenty of time to finish college or anything. Not that I believe he's planning to finish college first, but you know ... he could. Right?

Thanks for the link!

Men can conceive a lot later than women most of the time, but the quality does diminish and it does become harder.

I'm almost six months pregnant. I've always considered myself pro-choice, but never so vehemently as I am now. It's almost funny because most people expect me to go the other direction, but being pregnant has actually cemented my support for choice.

My mom had the first of her eight kids (and ten pregnancies) when she was 26. Based on her experience, I always thought 26-27 was the perfect time to start ... and I even thought I could wait a few years past her because I wasn't planning on eight of my own. I was very surprised as I got older and started reading

I'm almost six months pregnant with my first child right now. I'll be 36 when my baby's born. We conceived naturally—but both of our ages were a concern. My guy is 42. I'd like to possibly try again after this ("possibly" because, of course, I'm still pregnant with my first so we'll see how everything goes), but

I wish Lady Gaga, in any persona, would just stop talking about Lady Gaga.

The only women I know who have opted for tubal ligation (totally anecdotal evidence, I know) did it because that's what they wanted to do. They had children already. They didn't want more. Ever. And, believe it or not, instead of feeling pressured to go with the more expensive (profitable for doctors or hospitals)

I have had toxic friends before. I don't anymore.

I love my platforms. They're easier to walk in then normal heels—especially right now, when I'm pregnant—and they make me feel super-super tall! But, I have to admit, I've always liked the boxier shoes.

Thank you!

This is too gross and beyond terrifying. How can I ensure that my doctor and the hospital where my baby are delivered are following correct sterilizing procedures? Can I?

I don't understand some of the stands people take in the name of God. Sort of off topic for the post—but on topic for your comment—in a recent job training that I attended, we were discussing our company's core values—one of which is that people are basically good. A new hire stood up and interrupted the training to

Phoenix is still closer than California. I lived in Flagstaff. I was two and a half hours north of Phoenix—where abortion is still safe and legal. It's just a crappy drive and there was a whole lot of rural Arizona even further north.

My brother and his girlfriend know they can always call me. They don't take advantage of it, but if they need me—that's what family's for. I'll get up at 3 in the morning and drive across town if it will stop them from putting themselves or anyone else in danger.

The tip on that bar tab alone is more than I'll make this year. I could use it to pay off my student loans, fix the AC in my house and car, and I'd still have enough left over to pay rent for a few months of impending maternity leave. Combine it with the bar tab and I can't even think straight.

I've never watched these Bachelor shows. All I can say is why? Why? Why? Why? Is this what they're all like? I mean, who wants to see this? And, even worse, who wants to be on a show like this?

I love that NOT getting pregnant at 20 seems to be the number one sign to her that she's not a total fuck-up. Most people I know measure their success by the things that they've done—not by the fact that they haven't done a single thing...especially when that single thing is so easy to avoid.

Sometimes I wish there was a like button. You've written what I wanted to write.