I'll add a picture of my rusting 12-year old Grand Caravan and kids wearing hand-me-downs!

Maybe the US thinks if they throw Target over the border at us we won't want to cross the border anymore??

Just wait until the HOOMAN gets big enough that you can watch him/her move with your naked eye! I called that the Monster Under the Blanket stage. You will also get to play games where if you press down on your belly the HOOMAN will nudge you back. Fun times. And I appreciate how grounded you are to the baby-making…

When I post a friend request I always leave a personal message and if they only know me from high school I will mention my maiden name. So they will know who the fuck I am.

hee hee, I hated high school so much that when I joined Facebook, I only used my married name so old classmates wouldn't be able to find me unless they actually knew me. (and now I feel old)

I posted pictures of my son's brain MRI on FB (in a photo album, not just my newsfeed) because a friend asked to see the images —his insides were never my profile pic. My kids are old enough that I missed the 3D ultrasound boat and I am sort of relieved by that, truthfully!

I like seeing my freind's baby pictures too, but if I am arguing gun control or healthcare reform (just examples—I am Canadian so I don't have a leg to stand on in those arguments) I would rather not argue with babies. It is also more than a little creepy when a baby is telling me how much they love reading 50 Shades…

Random pictures of flowers and such don't bother me as much as baby pics for profile pics. I will often have a newsfeed of nothing but children and it is a little odd to me. I would rather argue and solve the world's problems with flowers than babies, I guess.

People posting pictures of their disgusting injuries are just as bad. I used to be a nurse and I STILL don't want to see pictures of your infected ingrown toenail while I am innocently surfing the net and sipping my morning coffee thankyouverymuch.

I think it is easier to convince a doctor to do it while your belly is open (and possibly not have to explain surgical scars to a husband/priest/nosy MIL) after the fact. According to the story I read, it is still not very easy to be a woman in many places in Brazil.…

I read in National Geographic that some women use C-sections as a way to control their reproductive rights. It is sometimes difficult to obtain certain reversable methods of contraception in Brazil so once a woman feel like her family is big enough, she can get her tubes tied at the same time as having a C-section,…

Just you wait....Pinterest is going to light up over this. They put EVERYTHING in Mason Jars over there!

Just you wait....Pinterest is going to light up over this. They put EVERYTHING in Mason Jars over there!

Just you wait....Pinterest is going to light up over this. They put EVERYTHING in Mason Jars over there!

Oooh! Pinterest has the answer to that! Cut a piece of glass to fit the top and call it a table. Seriously. That's a Thing now.

I had three babies in six years—I have more than a little belly roll!

Fuck! I'm in my 30s! My favourite music from high school is on the classic rock station, and my wardrobe is the "new, hot, retro trend!"

My seven year old used to call jeans "hard pants". Would not go near them. She lived in dresses and leggings, which suited me, since my little girl has no junk in her trunk and perpetually suffers from Plumber's Bum when she wears pants.

I mined my husband from the Comp Sci lab at university—you don't have to dress up or do anything fancy to yourself with a good old-fashioned nerd. You can't play mind games or make any sudden moves around them, though—or take them out into bright sunlight. Once you figure out how to lure them into public, they are…

Ooooh! Good plan! I did put Spice Girls in the mix, (and Polyphonic Spree cause I am a wierdo) but no BSB or Britney.