Both my current and former lady parts doctors are located in the Playboy HQ building. So are many others from what I can tell based on the large preggo to normal person ratio whenever I visit.

Sometimes I can't even file my nails in private. For some reason both my mom and mother-in-law find the sound so abhorrent, they banish me to another room.

I wholeheartedly agree. Maybe in a month or so, I can send you all my now useless boys stuff and you can ship the cute girl stuff my way. In the future it's going to be, "Oh, you wanted a brother? Here's a hamster."

Weird, people look at the SpaceKid running around in circles and then at my fat belleh and say, "Oh, don't worry, girls are SO MUCH easier."

Way back when, someone got the SpaceKid a t-shirt that said "Daddy's Drinking Buddy" on it. I nearly passed out the day the SpaceHusband actually sent him to daycare WEARING it. Perhaps not coincidentally, it was not the shirt he was wearing when he came home. Same thing also happened with his bright pink "Chick…

Yes, but then we'd have to live there.

Last night the SpaceKid was pissed when I put him to bed because he still couldn't see in the dark, even though he had eaten his carrots. I told him it took multiple servings to work.

Let's just say that when my dog ate my copy, I wasn't that upset.

Advice I can follow no problem.

The SpaceKiddo would be majorly jealous. Hell, he got arm-flappy excited last summer when he found a petrified avocado skin in the back yard and declared it be a dinosaur skull.

TOTALLY. Every beagle is a fat beagle. Some just haven't actualized yet.

One can only hope Professor Farnsworth is involved somehow.

It helps that it's sort of greenish all the time.

Give me Pilot Precise V-7s or give me... well, anything but these.

Me toooooo! And then I was going to make a "Baseball makes men angry, women sad and Cubs fans drunk" joke.

They can turn anything into a weapon/projectile. Sad, but true.

Somewhere out there is a grad student who has just added "Primary Research Technician/Taint Measurer" to her CV.

My name is Leah, and I can't DAAAAAAANCE!

I could totally see myself pulling a Dogster's wife but the SpaceHusband is Canadian, sooooo... it'd probably be alright in the end.

Seriously, how often are pregnant women in a situation where someone is seeing them in their underwear, but is not aware of their pregnancy (or aren't the ones who got them that way)?